FIRST CHAPTER

Tuesday, June 18
He was very cheerful morning in Long Beach, when I woke up and heard a loud voice of my mother, who always had a full house on its head:
-Mary, it's time to get up breakfast awaits!
-Well, for a moment I was ready and I'll go down.
I looked into his closet, and surprisingly it was almost empty, as rarely happens. I put myself on the blue-green top and grayish jeans, which were at that time very fashionable. I packed my books into the backpack and quickly went downstairs. Dad sat at the table reading the newspaper and sipping coffee. My older sister Rebecca depicted cosmetics have when I looked at it further I found that wearing my favorite shirt with an image of Michael Jacksona.Podeszłam to have said:
- Mom Rebecca got my shirt for me!
- Do not panic love - quiet voice, said my mother - all her clothes are in the money and therefore had to borrow from you this shirt
-But ...
-There is no but there are bigger problems in life. Sit down and eat, because the school bus will leave without you.
I was angry at her mother, and Rebecca, and also for myself. I sat at the table next to my dad and in a hurry I ate toast and drank a glass of orange juice. When I heard the roar of finishing drinking the engine of the bus. Quickly I grabbed my backpack, I opened the door and saying goodbye to anyone I ran to the bus. After entering the bus I sat down on the spot, which usually sit. Today, very sat alone, because my friend was sick, and no one else liked for my company. I looked out the window, and when I turned I saw the boy sitting next to me, who listened to my favorite loud music. Suddenly, his face was directed towards me. He had brown eyes and soft lips paragraph. I felt uncomfortable even though I did not know why. Some people probably think he's just sat down next to me, but when I looked at him my heart started beating faster. Looking out the window, wondering how I know him or if I know. In my head went around the idea that we have already seen it, but I could not remember where. After some time we got to school. I looked at my watch and realized that I ran out of time and in a hurry to class. The school day started horribly. Mrs. Wright took me to the answer. She asked me what is the hardest question on earth. I did not know the answers and you me even more stressful:
- Baker! You know the answer if you have to insert the failing grade? In general, do not you teach! You caught the second time in niełuctwie! You no shame?
- Sorry. I promise that no more will happen.
- I've got you for a word. Sit down!
Lesson passed quickly as the rest of classes. Starting from school I noticed on the door of ad:
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I felt that I have a chance to shine again. At the age of twelve years, I went to dance classes. Not enrolled me in my old Aunt Rose. My mother was against it, but I still decided to oppose it. During the final I had to do a difficult figure. I was very afraid of risk, but overcame them and it ended up that I had to stop dancing because it was severely injured. For four years, gave up dancing, but now I decided to return to my passion, and no one in that does not hinder me!
After returning home, I told my mother to notice that I saw, and about my decision, which I was sure one hundred percent. I was prepared to challenge the mother.
- Mary! Is That injury did not teach you anything? You promised me that I'll never danced before. I can not believe that it is doing ...
- Mom! It's my passion for life and a chance for a career. You said that we should strive to fulfill their dreams, and you want to answer them for me.
- Mary!
- What? I've had enough of that, they still decide for me. Soon I'll be an adult. Why do not you let me decide what I want to do now and in the future?
- Do not you know that making a mistake. Through dance education neglect and domestic duties.
- Everyone learns from their mistakes.
- Mary! Enough of this discussion!
- I hate you!
- You should treat me with respect. I'm your mother!
- I do not care! The real mother is not progressing.
With tears I ran to the room did not budge until the end of the day down. Went to sleep hungry and crying. Thus ended the worst day of my life.