"Comme moineaux aigles, ou le lièvre du lion. Si je dis vérité, je dois signaler qu'ils étaient comme canons s'appesantissent par les fissures doubles, de sorte qu'ils doublement redoublé coups sur l'ennemi: Sauf qu'ils voulaient se baigner dans les plaies fumantes, Ou mémoriser un autre Golgotha, Je ne peux pas dire. Mais je suis malade, mes entailles crient à l'aide."
I said without emotion as I ignored the English script of Macbeth in front of me, my eyes followed my tutor that paced back and forth - mouthing the English words from the script as I translated them into French.
"Very good, Araminta"
"I have asked you many times, professor, that you can call me Mintie."
"But you have a beautiful and completely unique name, I just have to use it."
I rolled my eyes at her, "That or my mother has told you to stop using my nick names or she'll fire you."
Mrs Jones stopped pacing and gave me a look to tell me I was right, hitting the nail dead on like usual, well it's hard not to since my mother has done this so many times before with my other tutors.
"I-"
"Araminta, it's five o'clock, time for your piano lessons." My tutor and I's eyes snapped to my mother who stared me down, bowing my head I turned and hurried out of the room to the piano and sat on the chair.
"I don't hear music playing!" My mother's loud voice screamed from the other end of the house.
Sighing I opened the lid and pressed down on the keys, I continued playing, past the throbbing of my fingers and until they were numb. I didn't really want to anger my mother, not after the rehearsal last week - she was horrified I didn't play the piece she chose.
To summarize my mother, she hates everything I like and do what she thinks is best for me, which consists of locking me away in a house and paying private tutors to educate me so I can go to University and succeed. That's it, nothing else. She just wants me to succeed. She wants me to do that - then I think she expects me to pop out a few kids for her to control as well.
"Dinner is ready Araminta." Mintie. My name is Mintie. I internally screamed while I silently closed the lid of the piano and got up to walk to the dining room.
Sitting down on the opposite side of the table I looked down at the small portions of food my mother's put on my plate, "Well, eat up Araminta." Breathing in I started to eat the small amount of food while my mother ate her over flowing plate and hard eyes staring into me, judging my every move.
After I finished I waited her to finish, "How's your music going?"
"It's going well."
"Tutoring?"
"I have A in all subjects." I bowed my head as I stared at the table cloth.
"Good. Go wash up before you go to bed."
"Yes mother." I mutter while standing up and leaving the table. Walking into my room washed my hands and face before I changed into my night clothes and laid in my bed.
Tomorrow was the day I was sneaking out again. I just can't wait to do so.
The Next Day.
Biting my lip nervously as I watched the clock, my hands twitching while pinching the fabric of the dress I was wearing. Then it hit noon.
Instantly I shot out of my chair and ran to the front door and closed it before I ran down the street happily.
