Starry-Eyed Speller

Prologue

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Please note that this chapter is a prologue that will establish fundamental details, so it may get descriptive. I promise that the rest of the story will be spiced up with dialogue and other points of interest. -Aquamarine57

I was dragged to Dad's study room once again.

Why, you ask? For the monthly lecture. And I don't mean just any type of lecture. The lecture, the big one that is predicted to come before the national spelling bee. But what Dad said during the past lectures...everything he uttered was unpredictable. Sure, it would be stern remarks like "You have to win this one!" or "Study harder this time!" But each time, he would enforce a new studying method on me, forcing me to follow through with it.

Yes, the life of a national speller is truly difficult and extremely painstaking.

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Flashback

My grandfather implemented an idea of a national spelling bee in his household. He thought of it for hours on end. He would sit at the rocking chair with all the gold spirals beneath the seat and scribble in his notebook of how to develop a spelling bee company, and although he faced resistance from some of his relatives because he had the intention of developing it without profit, he succeeded with his motivation pushing him forward. As a champion speller himself, he undoubtedly possessed the wishes to create an organization that could unite the intellectual spellers of America in one building. He wanted to spread his fondness for spelling and promote his values for it as well by doing this.

Back to the resistance from some of his relatives. He was still young back then, and not everyone believed he could do it or that it would be considered a "job." He was expected to become a doctor and rake in the money since they were not very well-off. And he did. He went to the prestigious Stanford University to complete the demanding requirements of a future doctor and opened up his own clinic. But in the times that he wasn't treating patients, he was buried in a dictionary or vocabulary book, searching all his materials to the core. He liked being a well-respected, well-known doctor in his district, but his true passion was spelling.

It was not until Dad grew to be of adult age that my grandfather could fully carry out his plan. He wrote down all the details of how he was going to plan to build the organization. Dad was one of the few people who did support his plan. And it was all thanks to him that the Pelegrine National Spelling Organization was built. PNSO for short.

Dad was also an extremely proficient speller who won his state's spelling bee: the Georgia State Bee. Since the odds of a national spelling bee's creation was questionable and rare, the PNSO was made to counter that.

AND HERE I AM! BIANCA PELEGRINE, NOTED DAUGHTER AND GRANDDAUGHTER OF THE ACCOMPLISHED PELEGRINES, WHO STRUGGLES TO SPELL THE WORDS THAT A TRUE NATIONAL SPELLER WOULD SCOFF AT! THE GIRL WHO HAS DISAPPOINTED HER FAMILY BY NOT MEASURING UP TO PELEGRINE SPELLER STANDARDS!

More on that later. I don't feel like explicitly saying the words to communicate the true fact that I am inferior.