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Brea was ecstatic. She couldn't believe that her mother was accepting to this. Well, at least a little accepting. Now all she had to do was convince her father. However, she felt that this would be the more difficult of the tasks.

On her way to the computer, she stopped to look in the mirror. On the other side stared a beaming sixteen year old. Her gorgeous chestnut hair fell down her back to her waist. She gently fixed her hair so that her bangs weren't covering her eyes. After all, her eyes were the most beautiful part of her. She loved the way the sparkled. Gray was her favorite color, so she felt lucky that she was blessed with such an uncommon color.

Her mom walked by her and caught her staring at her self in the mirror. "Are we being vain again sweetheart?"

"Oh, awake I see."

"But of course. I have to make dinner don't I?"

"Well I suppose if we are to eat anything then that would be necessary. What is for dinner, anyhow?"

"That would be roast beef. Can't you smell it? I've had it in the pot oven all day."

"Oh, I see. Fixing Daddy's favorite so that you can soften him up to the idea of boarding school."

"Well, actually, my dear, I started this before I even knew you had been accepted." She walked into the kitchen. "Oh, by the way, dessert is cherry cobbler. I hope you like it. I made it myself," she said a bit loudly

"Oh really! Good job then. I could never do that," she announced from the other room.

"Yep. Pulled it out of the box and everything."

"You little liar," she giggled. "I'm going to go get on the computer and look up Rosewood stuff. You don't need on it, do you?"

"No, I'm good, thank you."

She walked into the office. It was her dad's for when he didn't need to go into work. It was all decorated in old world fashion. She thought it just seemed dull, since every office she had ever seen looked the same way. There was a dark leather chair, behind a dark stained desk, and an antique globe situated near the bookcase. The room was painted beige and had wooden floors that matched the rest of the wooden items. This was why she wanted to go to Rosewood; to escape the everyday life of home.

She sat down in the giant comfy chair and began to research the answers to the questions she knew her father would ask. How much did it cost? What was the airfare? What could you get there that you couldn't get anywhere else? Wonderful questions like that. She hated looking up the information, but she knew that she would be better off for it in the long run.

After an hour of doing research, she was ready. Her mother called her to dinner. The three of them sat around the table; and, unlike regular families, talked about their day. Brea's mother gently brought the conversation around to the next school year, but Brea wasn't following the hint. Her mother finally gave up and walked back into the kitchen.

"Where are you going, Miri?" her father asked.

"I'm getting our dessert."

"We have dessert? Wonderful, what's the occasion? I'm not forgetting anything am I?"

"No, no, no, you didn't forget anything. Brea got some wonderful news today. She received a letter in the mail. Didn't you Brea?"

"Yep."

"And would you like to tell your father what this letter said."

"Not so much." Her mother glared at her. "But I suppose I will anyway." She turned to her father and took a deep breathe, "Well, Daddy, you know that I like boarding schools and I know that you think I only joke about them, but I'm really serious. I'm so serious that when I received an information letter from Rosewood Academy last January, I applied. I know what you're thinking. I'm horrible for not telling you, but guess what. I got in and that's all that matters."

Her father's mouth fell open revealing the last of his dinner.