Chapter 1

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"Opal, fix your posture, eat like a lady" my mom shrieked at my at the dinner table.
My mom constantly wanted me to be the perfect little lady, it was more like I was her doll than her daughter.
I straightened my back as I tried to cool my soup down.
"Good soup" I said, trying to please her.
"Well, you can say that to the cook, as I didn't prepare the meal" my mom said with a stern look on her face.
Sometimes I just wanted to punch her snobby little face, but that wasn't very "lady like."
"You have soup all over your face, you animal" my mom said as she gently tapped her face with a clean cloth.
I did the same.
That night I was to do my homework and ONLY do my homework.
I wasn't aloud a phone after dad left.
It didn't make sense but it wasn't worth arguing with her.
If I hadn't come home with straight A's my mom said I shouldn't come home at all.
It always hurt knowing that my own mother hated me so much that she didn't want to see me unless I was perfect.
I just wanted to run to my dad and give him the biggest hug.
My dad was sick of my mother, I mean who wouldn't be, the woman was a mess.
He moved to Germany and all I ever wanted was to go with him.
Instead I was stuck with my snobby mom in her snobby house in a snobby neighbourhood.
"Darling sweetie I was thinking and I've decided to send you to a wonderful school called Pferd Pinkeln Academy"
My mom said as she came into my room right before bed.
"Nah ah no way, how do you even pronounce that?"
I yelled at her, I didn't want to go to that dreadful school.
"Zip it, you don't have a choice you will be attending next week" my mom snapped back.
I couldn't help but to notice that she looked like a wrinkly grandma.
I didn't want to go but I had no choice.
Next week would be a whole new roller coaster I'm not willing to ride.

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