As I looked down the tunnel I knew I was going to die but I was going to die if I went back where I came from. The only Igoing to come out ofthis alive is if a merical happends and i dont belive in them. I knew nobody was coming to save me because i blocked or kicked every one out of my life and they hated me for it but if i didnt ley would have died. they dont know the kind of people that wanted me dead for what my mother did.
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I awoke withe a start from my alarm was going off. I dreaded today for months, today I would be going to a private school in New York. My name is Heather McAce and i live or LIVED in Miami Florida. I am 15 and my mom is Luice McAce, a famous dective. people always think I inharated my mothers dective skills but half the time o cant even find my socks. i have a little brother who is always on my last nerve but this morning he was quite and tring to convence my mom to let me stay. every one was in the kitchen even my best friends maranda and ariel. all in there pjs there hair all over the place sleep still in there eyes but also tring to convence my moter to let me stay. i knew it was a faild effort because when my mom said no that was the end of it, so i just stood there taking in the smell of burnt toast, cooked eggs and bacon and coffee. took in the kitchen with its pale blue walls the stanless steal applinces and the old wooden tabel. today was the last day i would be here after today nothing would be the same.
ch2
I got dressed after seeing everyones failed attemp to get me to stay. i dressed in my favoritfadded blue jeans, my dark nnavy blue tank that onle tied aroung the neck and my new tennis shoes. my luggage was already packed and waiting for me by the door. since the the school had a live on campus i had all my clothes in three big bags that would be my carry on, on the plane, one was full of all my favorit books.
when i got down stairs my friends and i said our sorrow goodbyes, then i got in my momsyellow mustange that had racing stripes. in the car on the way to the airport mymother broke down cryin. by the time we got to the plane check in she sobered up and kissed me good bye and told me to write her every day.
the plane ride was long but luckly i didnt have to change planes, it was a stright ride up there. New York was a little cold but i was so used to humid Miami. the school aranged for a driver to pick me up and take me there the drive was short for the school was only 2 miles awy from the school. the futher away from the city we got the greener every thing eles looked like. the school looked like anyother school but with two seperat buildings on eather side. the driver lead me in side and into the deans office, then said goodbye. the dean was sitting in his chair then looked at me and said"well hello Heather, we have been looking forward to seeing you. please have a seat." i sat. "i hope your ride up here was ok." i nodded to shy to speake. he started talking and i started thinking that i knew him from some where just didnt know where.
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ch1
I awoke withe a start from my alarm was going off. I dreaded today for months, today I would be going to a private school in New York. My name is Heather McAce and i live or LIVED in Miami Florida. I am 15 and my mom is Luice McAce, a famous dective. people always think I inharated my mothers dective skills but half the time o cant even find my socks. i have a little brother who is always on my last nerve but this morning he was quite and tring to convence my mom to let me stay. every one was in the kitchen even my best friends maranda and ariel. all in there pjs there hair all over the place sleep still in there eyes but also tring to convence my moter to let me stay. i knew it was a faild effort because when my mom said no that was the end of it, so i just stood there taking in the smell of burnt toast, cooked eggs and bacon and coffee. took in the kitchen with its pale blue walls the stanless steal applinces and the old wooden tabel. today was the last day i would be here after today nothing would be the same.
ch2
I got dressed after seeing everyones failed attemp to get me to stay. i dressed in my favoritfadded blue jeans, my dark nnavy blue tank that onle tied aroung the neck and my new tennis shoes. my luggage was already packed and waiting for me by the door. since the the school had a live on campus i had all my clothes in three big bags that would be my carry on, on the plane, one was full of all my favorit books.
when i got down stairs my friends and i said our sorrow goodbyes, then i got in my momsyellow mustange that had racing stripes. in the car on the way to the airport mymother broke down cryin. by the time we got to the plane check in she sobered up and kissed me good bye and told me to write her every day.
the plane ride was long but luckly i didnt have to change planes, it was a stright ride up there. New York was a little cold but i was so used to humid Miami. the school aranged for a driver to pick me up and take me there the drive was short for the school was only 2 miles awy from the school. the futher away from the city we got the greener every thing eles looked like. the school looked like anyother school but with two seperat buildings on eather side. the driver lead me in side and into the deans office, then said goodbye. the dean was sitting in his chair then looked at me and said"well hello Heather, we have been looking forward to seeing you. please have a seat." i sat. "i hope your ride up here was ok." i nodded to shy to speake. he started talking and i started thinking that i knew him from some where just didnt know where.
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