Chapter 1. Charles
"Charles? Charles! Charles Haswell, have you been listening to a word that I have just said to you?" The rude and irritating noise seemed to pierce my eardrums and it pulled me out of dreamland with a forceful and by no means friendly yank. I sat up in my seat and turned to look at my teacher, Mrs. Goldstein. She stood before me in her usual way: perfect posture, her hair tightly packed in a bun; she was wearing a trim and finely pressed black dress that laced up to her thin neck. The Star of David sewn into her dress stood out strongly, contrasting sharply with her black dress. Her thin glasses were held on the very edge of her bony nose. She was a woman in her mid-forties with graying hair, piercing brown eyes, and a thin figure. She honestly reminded me of an old horse because of her scrawny neck and posture. She had this awful nagging voice that let you know that if you stepped out of line, she would not go easy on the consequences, no matter what the case was.