Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Aug 12, 2010 22:05:09 GMT 10
Eliza was sure her mother was on drugs. They had one small, insignificant fight and so she sent her half way around the world where she was dumped with her father in his stupid school. "Elizabeth has no motivation to study at the school she is currently at, so maybe she'll have some luck at yours," Eliza recalled her mother saying on the phone only days ago with her ex-husband. It was unfair, really. Eliza didn't want to live in a boarding school, she didn't want to have to see her father every day, she didn't want to move. The one good thing about the move, however, was the fact that she was now in France, her favourite place on Earth.
Eliza was born in France where her family lived together for about 5 years before the marriage broke up and Eliza's mother took her and herself and stole away to Australia, and that's where she stayed for 12 years. Eliza had only happy memories of France, and when ever she visited, ever second Christmas or so, she would have more fun that she'd ever had before. France was her idea of pure bliss. So while she didn't particularly want to move, France was probably the best place she could go and the only place she could tolerate. Although she didn't speak to him all the often, Eliza was excited to spend time with her brother again, someone she loved dearly, despite their occasional bickering. So maybe France did have its upside.
There was also the fact that Eliza could do the one thing she loved most while being in her favourite place in the world; she could sing. Singing was her biggest joy in life and she couldn't imagine herself doing anything else, and the fact that she could go to a school that specialised in gifts and talents only made accepting her new life easier. While it wasn't her first pick for a new school, it would definitely be interesting to go to the school that her father poured his heart and soul over. She also very much liked the idea of being somewhat 'special', as it was her family's school. Although she wasn't an attention seeker, Eliza didn't want people to think that since she was the new girl she was an amateur. She was anything but. She spent years with the same vocal coach, teaching her vocal techniques and how to use her voice properly, and now it was time to prove herself and adjust to a new way of living. This wasn't going to be easy.
Eliza stood at the bottom of the front steps, staring up at the large building, letting out a long sigh as she dragged herself up each step, dragging her feet behind her. I guess this is home now, she thought to herself as she pulled her suitcase up the stairs, it bashing against each one every time she took a step.
Eliza was born in France where her family lived together for about 5 years before the marriage broke up and Eliza's mother took her and herself and stole away to Australia, and that's where she stayed for 12 years. Eliza had only happy memories of France, and when ever she visited, ever second Christmas or so, she would have more fun that she'd ever had before. France was her idea of pure bliss. So while she didn't particularly want to move, France was probably the best place she could go and the only place she could tolerate. Although she didn't speak to him all the often, Eliza was excited to spend time with her brother again, someone she loved dearly, despite their occasional bickering. So maybe France did have its upside.
There was also the fact that Eliza could do the one thing she loved most while being in her favourite place in the world; she could sing. Singing was her biggest joy in life and she couldn't imagine herself doing anything else, and the fact that she could go to a school that specialised in gifts and talents only made accepting her new life easier. While it wasn't her first pick for a new school, it would definitely be interesting to go to the school that her father poured his heart and soul over. She also very much liked the idea of being somewhat 'special', as it was her family's school. Although she wasn't an attention seeker, Eliza didn't want people to think that since she was the new girl she was an amateur. She was anything but. She spent years with the same vocal coach, teaching her vocal techniques and how to use her voice properly, and now it was time to prove herself and adjust to a new way of living. This wasn't going to be easy.
Eliza stood at the bottom of the front steps, staring up at the large building, letting out a long sigh as she dragged herself up each step, dragging her feet behind her. I guess this is home now, she thought to herself as she pulled her suitcase up the stairs, it bashing against each one every time she took a step.