Actress. Movie star. All I've ever wanted to be since I was six. Turning back to the old, forgotten memories of me DREAMING to be an actress, pretending, to be a world star, to be in the worlds number one rated movie. Just the thought that, maybe, sometime, I will be walking on the red carpet at a world movie premiere gets me feeling that I'm already an actress flying to Hollywood, and here I am now, with a letter from Oxford Academy in California saying WINNER in big, golden letters.
I can't believe it. I have acctually won. Won the contest of acting and got invited to study in the New York Film Academy for FREE! It costs a fortune and you still might not even get through the auditions, and here I am with the golden pass through all the difficulties and the last thing that's left for me to do is pack my bags and fly to New York.
Even though my first college year will start in three month, it's nearly impossible to wait for that long and that is counting the month I am flying in advance. The excitement took over the sadness for leaving my family and friends as the last time I'll see them would be a week after my birthday. A week after tomorrow. Tomorrow is the big day. The day I turn 18. The day for the happy tears from my mum and the day for the enormous hugs from my dad, and offcource the happy smile from my little sister. My little, twelve year old sister Ellie. I can still picture her in her little pink dress holding my thumb with her little, chubby fingers and now I have to leave her. Leave my little sister Ellie.
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While floating in those wonderful thoughts I completely forgot I was still in class. Math class. The worst of them all. Realizing that the whole class was staring at me I looked at the board and read the question which seemed to make no sense at all.
"Hazel Victoria Poppy Howard. How long do we have to wait for you to spit out your answer? I'm afraid that we don't have all day. What, you don't have anything to say? That, my dear, would be an F if this was a test but you, are lucky as it is the last day of school so no more tests." Ugh. Mr. Andrew Snopenwarn. Last day of school and he couldn't even make it a free period. Plus there is no point to teach us anything now. It's last day of school after all. Last day of the horrid math class. Last day at Oxford academy.
