"Wake up, breakfast is ready!  Mum shouted from the staircase, "You will be late for your flight!  I excitedly but reluctantly went to the bathroom to freshen up. "Morning mum, hey Dad!  I said as I took a piece of sandwich and sat next to my little brother Mike. I and my best friend Kamdy were going on a two weeks trip to visit my grandparents in South Africa. My parents thought it was a good idea to send me to my grandparents as a surprise for the great performance I had in school last spring. So I was deep in thoughts imagining what South Africa looks like, their food and culture when I was suddenly brought back to reality by my parent's argument. "Isabel, you should learn to be less negative about Africa. It is really a nice place , Dad said. "Sweetie, I am only talking from experience. Though the place is nice, your parents never welcomed me into their home , Mum said. Although Mum is my role model, I knew that interacting with her in-laws was something she was not good at. She is kind of an introvert who would like to stay out of trouble and undergo any kind of difficulty to protect her kids. She made sure she brought us up without a silver spoon. On the other hand, Dad would buy the world for us and provide us with money to make sure we were satisfied. "Melisa, are you ready for your speech?  Mr. Andrew asked. He loved Literature and therefore he thought it for living. Mr. Andrew is a tall, skinny, good-looking man from the Upper East Side of Manhattan who loved and like being around kids. He always had his geek glasses on, smiling and showing off those teeth of his that were as white as snow. He is kind, a good listener and was also ready to learn from his students. But there was a problem; he was going to clock forty and have not found himself a bride. I knew deep down inside me that it was his greatest challenge. "But why has he not got married yet?  I asked myself. Poor him! He was always eating from the vending machine. "Maybe I and Kamdy should surprise him with a well-balanced meal one of these days , I thought to myself. "Oliver Twist is the story of a young orphan, Oliver, and his attempts to stay good in a society that refuses to help , I read out to the class. [Copyright (c) 1999-2013 Grade Saver LLC]. The class was such a brief one. I guess Mr. Andrew understood literature was boring so he let us leave earlier than expected. We all headed up to the cafeteria where you will come across different students with their mode of dressing and their eating habits. The dining hall was divided into three different categories; the geeks and nerds, the jerks and