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Prodigy. Roxanne Mitchell’s Diary
Anastasiia Deniz Mitchell
If you are full of energy, this book is definitely for you.Roxanne Mitchell is a wunderkind who graduates from school when she is about to turn fourteen. What else does a teenager need?It’s love, of course. Roxy encounters many boys in her path; but only one man fully conquers her heart, despite the others’ being handsome.However, true love needs a lot of patience and mutual understanding. This is what the book is partially devoted to. The rest concerns humor and funny situations.
Prodigy. Roxanne Mitchell’s Diary
Anastasiia Deniz Mitchell
© Anastasiia Deniz Mitchell, 2021
ISBN 978-5-0053-5442-6
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Anastasiia Deniz Mitchell
Prodigy. Roxanne Mitchell’s Diary
Author’s Note
Actually, I like the Mitchell surname. That’s why I have included it in my pseudonym. One day, I was thinking about the main character’s surname, and suddenly, it dawned on me: let it be Mitchell as well! Why not? It’s such a vibrant one!
This book tells us about everything – the possible and impossible, love and hatred – and all in a prodigy’s life! At the age of twenty, she has already encountered multiple things that lead her to the conclusion: being happy is impossible without any trials and tribulations, by overcoming which you can really become the one.
Enjoy the book!
Yours,
Anastasiia Deniz Mitchell
Roxy
2 September 1998
The day I was born. My birthday. The day that became special for my Mum. For us both.
2 September 2007
My birthday. I turned nine. I was really happy to realize that I was almost an adult!
I’ve stated to read «The Garden Party» by Katherine Mansfield.
There is one major character, or protagonist, Laura Sheridan. Such characters as her sisters Meg and Jose, the mother of the family, Mrs Sheridan and the workmen, are minor, as there is not much information concerning them. Concerning Mrs Sheridan, I can say that she is the mother of the family. There is no information about her age, occupation and education. We can only suggest that the woman is in her forties, and, probably, she has received a higher education as she belongs to the upper-middle class.
Laura’s thoughts, actions and speech are described. She grows up in an affluent family, as only rich families are able to organize luxurious garden parties. The author does not present us the information about the girl’s age. Laura compares the workmen to the boys and makes a conclusion that the former are «extraordinary nice». In order to show us that she considers herself an adult, having a conversation with the workmen, the author employs simile: “…that she was ashamed and stammered like a little girl». What is more, the girl’s curiosity and admiration makes her closely scrutinize the men’s every movement and their appearance: «A little fat chap thrust out his under-lip, and the tall fellow frowned,» «another of the workmen. He was pale. He had a haggard look as his dark eyes scanned the tennis-court. What was he thinking?»
The author’s attitude towards the girl is good-natured.
11 June 2012
…My mother’s name is Armanda. She is a lawyer. She graduated from London University when I was two years old. Yes, things happen. But she was extremely happy I was born.
My dad is a Greek, although I’ve never seen him. Pity. And my Mum’s an Englishwoman. She says he was a bad guy. They were dating when she found out she was pregnant with me. The man’s name was Alexandros – the man who came to study in London. Mum was a first-year student. After Daddy, I took green-brown eyes and curly brown hair (not as curly as African-Americans have, though). Despite all that, I have got white skin.
She had to take a gap year then, in order to take care of me. A tough time it was, taking into account that both grandma and grandpa were ill and then died from cancer. So, Mum had to struggle. Struggle for our lives.
Fortunately, all the hardships were over when Mum got a degree in Law. She opened an office in Central London. As business was looking well, she expanded the office and founded her own company. Mum called it «Queen Elizabeth». I think it’s quite a good name because it expresses all our respects for the monarch and our homeland.
When I was five, I began studying in a private Christian school – St. Francis’ College – until I was about to turn fourteen. Why fourteen?
Because I’m said to be a prodigy! Although I myself can’t believe this! (Please, don’t accuse me of immodest boasting. It’s just my story! My diary.).
When I was one year old, I began to speak. At the age of two, I started to read books in English. When I was three, I went to the language school to study Spanish, Italian, French, German, and Greek. Mum wasn’t against my studying Greek because the country’s rich culture and the fact that my «betrayer» dad is a Greek are separate. I love Greece. I took to Ellada[1 - Greece (Gr.)] when I was a toddler: Mum and me visited it at the time. I wanted to speak Greek most of all. My love for the land is simply unexplainable. As for the other languages, I think it’s a must for any educated person to know these languages, at least one, if not all of them. Mum herself speaks German very well, but she’s also willing to learn a few other languages.
Thus, I finished school at the age of thirteen. In fact, I adored studying there, finding out plenty of amazing facts about Christianity, Christian culture all over the world and throughout the history. What’s more, we were taught morals and ethics, which is the basis of any Christian school or college. I think it’s great, because one should be well-brought-up. Otherwise, he or she would be an animal, not a human. It’s inhuman for anyone to behave like an animal.
Our curriculum also included two foreign languages. I chose Spanish and German, so that Mum would be happy with my choice. And she actually was. She loved German. Unfortunately, they didn’t teach Greek there, and I had to continue attending the language school I had been going to since my childhood, to go on learning this magnificent language, along with French and Italian. Giving up learning something meant becoming stupid. While I was combining my studies in both the schools, I did well. (Thank you, Ma.). Mum supported me in all sorts of things. She told me how to do better whatever I asked advice in.
As for studying music, we had piano, guitar, violin, and flute classes. Saxophone had been a novelty in our school since I entered it. We could choose up to three musical instruments to play. I picked violin, guitar and saxophone. Jazz music had always been an exotic thing for me, so why not learn playing it at school…? Brilliant idea!
As soon as I graduated, I passed C2-standard exams in all my foreign languages, including Greek. It took quite a long time to prepare for them all, but I did it! Well done! (It’s all because I didn’t have any free time to devote to myself.).
Although I didn’t have many friends. Only one. Clare. She’d got fair hair and blue eyes. Clare was my best friend, and the only girl I could confide in. We studied together in one class.
Those were the days. We played, and laughed, and ate, and jumped, and… and many-many things like that. I enjoyed the time I spent with my best friend. The matter was that… I’d never communicated with the boys. Of course – I studied at a girls-only school!
Therefore, when I graduated (Clare stayed at school for another four years), I was simply stunned by the fact how diverse the world is! There are so many boys, both little and big. And how many men there actually are! More than a billion…!
I thought I was just unsocialized. I had never talked to a boy or a man! Imagine that! Men are hard to understand. Hard to deal with. At least, I thought so. Imagine one more thing – after I graduated, the only creatures I dealt with were… Mum and men. No female friends in my life anymore! I kept in touch with Clare, but we didn’t meet at all after I finished school.
Right. I had never seen a boy or a man in person! I saw many men on TV, as well as boys. For instance, Barack Obama was often shown. I also had a look at Her Majesty the Queen more often than at the American President…
Although I have had a dream since I was a child. Every night, I saw exactly the same thing (or a person). A man. To be closer, a boy. Four years older than me.
Maximilian
11 June 2012
Today, I’ve turned eighteen. It’s amazing, of course. You can let yourself do many things. No, I don’t mean smoking or drinking alcohol. I like nothing of that kind. But something in your life really changes. For instance, you become an adult. There’s no way back. You can’t return to your childhood and do the things you did not long ago. You skipped about like a child. You used to run about the garden. Now, it’s all over. I can’t even realize it’s all over.
I’m Greek. My mother, Evangelina, is also Greek, my father, Roberto, being Italian.
Today is a marvelous day. I have nothing else to say about it.
Although I have had a dream since I was a child. I don’t know why this is so. And only today at night, have I stopped dreaming about her.
Right. I’ve seen a woman. To be closer, it was a girl. A young girl. Four years younger than me.
Roxy
14 July 2012
I’ve entered London University to train as a Spanish student on a grant. I love Spanish most of all. I think it’s better for me to study all the other languages by myself. Especially Greek.
Right – the boy from my dreams is Greek! And my biological father’s Greek. Although I can’t forgive him in any way, it’s not an excuse to stop learning this beautiful, amazing language. To say «Milao ellinika’[2 - I speak Greek (Gr.)] meant a lot to me. For example, one could boost their spirit because of the fact of speaking Greek itself!
As far as I know, his name is Maximilian. He’s got curly dark hair and big round brown eyes. Frankly speaking, he is so handsome!
I started seeing him in my dreams when I was two years old sharply. He was little at the time too. I’d say he looked like an angel. I dreamed about my playing various games with him. Although in my dreams, I was already grown-up. And in reality, I was a child…
However, as time passed by, I saw Maximilian appear in my dreams less and less. One day, I completely ceased seeing the boy. This day was when I turned thirteen. My thirteenth birthday! And what for? I had a desire to have more dreams with Maximilian present there!
But I must continue to live. I’ve entered the university, so I have another six years of studies ahead of me. Four years of undergraduate studies plus two years of doing my Master’s degree.
I’ve decided that I’ll stick to my major for the whole period. It would come in handy for me – Spanish is the easiest language to learn, and I will have time to learn the other languages as well.
Today, Mum said we would go to Italy for a holiday. For two weeks. I was overwhelmed because visiting a new country is a perfect opportunity of exploring the world. Especially after a long time spent at school. Therefore, we fixed the date of departure – the beginning of August, 1 August.
I’m looking forward to the trip very much.
Maximilian
14 July 2012
That girl stopped visiting me in my dreams a few days ago. Pity. She was very beautiful. What was her name…? I don’t even know. She didn’t introduce herself. Wavy hair, violet eyes… In a word, she looked like an angel. If only I met her in real life!
Nevertheless, I already have a girlfriend whom I love. Her name’s Maria. I love her more than my life. She’s the same age as me.
We lived in Crete, in a city called Iraklion. Iraklion is the so-called «capital’ of Crete.
I was going to enter the university. However, Maria wasn’t. «Let it be,» I thought. It didn’t matter to me. Actually, I didn’t care. What mattered to me was the fact that Maria and me loved each other.
I met her at school, in year 7. I was over the moon then. She was really beautiful. Since that moment, we have avowed our undying love for each other.
And we loved each other a lot. We even wanted to marry when we saved a bit of money. It was the biggest dream of my life. We’d have two or even three children – as many as Maria would want…
My parents both were lawyers, so it wouldn’t be a problem if Maria didn’t study at university. She’s a future mother of my children anyway.
Thus, Maria got a job in a restaurant as a waitress.
«Maximilian? Won’t you be against it?»
«Why would I? Of course, I wouldn’t! My dear Maria!» I hugged her.
«Thank you very much!» she smiled. «I knew you wouldn’t be angry!»
What a maddening smile she had!
By the way, I still didn’t understand why I should be angry with Maria…
Roxy
1 August 2012
I’ve got violet eyes. It’s a fact. And long wavy hair. Mum says it suits me perfectly.
Today, it’s the day of our departure. I’ve taken my diary with me, so I’ll be able to write down something interesting.
When Mum and me found our seats, the pilot announced:
«Ladies and gentlemen, we will be showing our safety demonstration and would like a few minutes of your attention. There are several exits on this aircraft. Please take a few moments to locate the exit closest to you…»
Up, up, and up into the sky! It is awesome just to fly and think about nothing.
I want it so much! I wish the plane was flying faster and faster!
«Where are we going, Mummy?»
«To Sicily.»
«Sicily?»
I’ve never been there. Because I’ve been studying at school all that time. Now, it’s time for holidays.
While we were flying, I wrote a few lines about my school in my notebook. Right, apart from the diary, I’ve got a small notebook.
It took us three hours to get at the place.
After some time, the pilot finally announced:
«Ladies and gentlemen, we are now landing at Palermo Airport… It’s a sunny day with a light breeze… Please remain seated until we’re safely parked at the gate. Thank you for flying with us today, and we’re looking forward to seeing you on board in the near future. Have a nice stay!»
It was sunny! And it was great! A light breeze…
We got out of the plane and caught a taxi to arrive at the hotel, a three-star one.
It was hot here indeed. I put on trousers and a pink T-shirt. I like pink. It’s one of my favorite colors. I’m also fond of purple, blue and light-blue.
As we were in the hall, we were introduced to the receptionist, Domenico, and the porter, Luciano. I drew attention to the latter. Luciano turns to be two years older than me. Perfect!
I thought, «at least, I can make friends with him, I guess.»
Luciano literally flew up to us and took our bags to bring them upstairs, smiling. Our room was on the fourth floor.
After Luciano carried our luggage into our room, he asked me:
«What’s your name?»
He had good English, this Luciano.
