I stand about 5'8, and weigh about 145 pounds. I have blonde hair (actually, it's almost white), blue eyes and a fair complexion. I'm in my last yea... of Junior high school. Junior High bites, and I'm not looking forward to today at all... First of all because it's Monday and Monday's never seem to go well, but also because I have a bigtime major test in Algebra and I'm not very good at Algebra. In fact, Algebra has been the main source of contention between my folks and me since my last. . The music on the stand appeared to be impossibly difficult and he feared if he couldn’t play it, this woman who had quickly enraptured him would refuse to take him on as a student. ‘Never mind the music Carl, look at me.’ She took up a baton and raised her arms. Carl readied his violin under his chin. ‘Scales, to the 4 count, begin with B, please.’ Once again on familiar ground, the baton began to mark time, and his music wafted through the conservatory. The lace curtains on the window behind. It was the hardest decision he'd ever made and inthe end felt that he'd failed both himself and his son for giving in toher desires. He didn't blame Helen though. She claimed she had Danny'sbest interests in mind and only his best interests. Yes, she knew that heloved his son very much, but... but she didn't want him to turn into apervert like his father had. She'd actually suggested things might havebeen different if their child had been a daughter instead.She backed up her threats by citing. " Caroline kept going on about her holiday to France." Mark gave his sister a hug. He could tell that she had had a bad day. "How about some hot chocolate?" he asked. Sophie's face lit up. "Ooh yes please!" she squealed with delight. As Mark made the hot chocolate in the kitchen, Sophie called into him from the other room. "What are you getting up to tonight?" she asked hopefully. "Maria is coming around." Mark called back to her. Sophie's face fell. She didn't like Maria at all. Mark and her.