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When Passion Wins

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When Passion Wins

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Dec 12, 2012


This book basically highlights the need for understanding and acceptance of the arts as viable career options for young people. It promotes the need for a discussion on choosing careers, thus avoiding possible conflicts between parents and child.

In this story, Angelique, a girl of eleven years, grows up in a Caribbean island with her parents, younger brother, and older sister. She realizes at this early age that she has a great love for music, a love that develops into a passion, a passion that, as she grows older, she wants to develop into a career. This, however, is not a career path envisaged by her parents for their daughter. In fact, her father wants her to be a doctor.

In their town, music is considered to be nothing more than a hobby.

How Angelique goes about getting support and acceptance for her chosen profession makes interesting reading. Varying emotions are evoked as the reader follows Angie from her very first encounter in chapter 1 right through to the end. She goes from taking her eleven-plus examination to experiences in secondary school, maturing into a determined young lady ready to take on whatever lies ahead.
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Dec 12, 2012

Sobre o autor

Writing is a hobby, and the author has written several short stories and poems, some of which are on poetry/literary websites. She has taught at primary and secondary levels for five years and worked at an educational institution for several years. She is Barbadian and married with two sons.

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When Passion Wins - Wendy Patrick


© Copyright 2012 Wendy Patrick.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the written prior permission of the author.

Printed in the United States of America.

isbn: 978-1-4669-7131-8 (sc)

isbn: 978-1-4669-7132-5 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number:

Trafford rev. 12/06/2012


North America & International

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Chapter 1 Angelique

Chapter 2 Examination jitters

Chapter 3 The Results

Chapter 4 Preparing to Transition

Chapter 5 Nothing venture—nothing win

Chapter 6 A new leaf

Chapter 7 A brave decision

Chapter 8 Choices! Choices

Chapter 9 Discouraging voices

Chapter 10 A valuable trip

Chapter 11 A Friend Indeed

Chapter 12 Just deserts

Chapter 13 In sight of success



Thanks to Kyle who read the first draft of the manuscript and made suggestions and to Phyllis-Ann who read the second draft and suggested areas for edit.

Thanks to Pam, Amelia and Lucy who read the manuscript and thought it could be published; also to Kurt who made suggestions for the cover.


A ttempting to do something that is not easily understood or accepted by others around you takes determination and courage.

The main character in this book is a young lady who represents those young persons who are passionate about the arts and would like to be given the chance to set goals for themselves in this field and to achieve. Her particular goal is to be a successful musician, a profession her parents are dead set against. She has a task on her hands as even some of her own peers do not approve. Will she be courageous enough to pursue her dream in the face of mounting opposition?

Set early in the 21st century, this book is targeted at ages 12 to 17, but can be enjoyed by a reading public of all ages.

Chapter 1


T he sun was beginning to set as a young girl made her way through a familiar short cut east of the school playground, on her way home. The short cut was really a track which came into being through years of use by people trying to avoid the trek around a block of buildings to get to the school. As she walked she was mulling over a conversation she had had with her best friend after school. This afternoon she was not tempted to pick the yellow marigolds that grew freely along the track, nor was she tempted to stop and peer up into the breadfruit tree to check for the cheeky monkey which, on occasion, hid behind the leaves and watched the children as they passed. She was not even tempted to dart across to the cherry tree which grew behind the big plantation house and which was laden with ripe cherries. There was something of greater import on her mind.


The sudden loud barking of a dog behind her brought Angelique out of her reverie. She froze in her steps—that bark was too close. Dare she look around?

Woof! Woof!

Another loud bark resounded in her ears before she could think what to do. That did it! Angelique started to run as fast as she could. As she ran, the string of the gym bag which she wore around her neck began to feel as though it would choke her, with the vigorous bouncing of the bag against her body. Her haversack and a music book flew from her hands. Angelique could not stop to think about those. She could hear the pounding of the dog’s paws against the dry earth behind her. What should she do?

Just when she thought her heart would give out, the dog flew past her and headed towards a man seated on a folding chair under a large plum tree behind the plantation house. He was holding a brown, greasy paper bag.

Run, Angelique shouted breathlessly, run.

Before the man could make a move, however, the black Doberman leapt upon him and knocked him out of his chair. As Angelique looked on in shock she heard a voice shouting Hunter, come back here. A young boy dashed past her and went straight towards the dog which had begun to clamp his huge jaws on the man’s hand, in an effort to get the paper bag. It was only when the boy was able to grab the dog’s collar and give it a great tug that the dog turned away. Shock and pain registered on the man’s face, as Angelique hastily ran to render what assistance she could to him.

Kareem, don’t just stand there, call an ambulance, she angrily instructed the boy.

Come boy, Kareem called to the dog as he hastily ran off with the pet now on a leash.

Angelique turned towards the unfortunate gentleman who was seated on the ground next to his chair. He looked to be about seventy years old, his grey hair neatly trimmed, though he could have done with a shave. Dressed in a white polo shirt and knee-length khaki shorts, he did not look familiar to her.

He has bitten my hand! the stranger breathlessly exclaimed.

He tried to move his bloodied fingers but it was difficult. Angelique hastily slackened the string of her gym bag and reached into it extracting a blue t-shirt she had used for Physical Education lessons that same day at school. She offered the shirt to the stranger in the hope that it would help to stop the bleeding.

No, I can’t take that, he protested, don’t use your good shirt.

Yes, take it, Sir. The bleeding is too bad.

But your shirt is going to be destroyed.

Don’t worry I have another. This is just an old shirt I use for P.E.

I still don’t think…

Angelique ignored his protests and quickly helped him to wrap his now swollen and bloodied fingers. He tried to be brave but his face was contorted with pain. Angelique reached for his chair and encouraged him to sit and wait for the ambulance. As she stood above him next to the chair, she wished there was something more she could do for him.

What’s your name? the man asked after a while.

Angelique Walker. What’s yours?

Everybody calls me Mike. Thanks so much for helping me. You’re a brave girl.

That was nothing. Anybody would’ve helped. I’m glad that it’s no worse.

Angelique, or Angie, as she was better known, was eleven years old, tall and slim. In fact she was what some people described as skinny and was often called a tomboy. That was probably the reason she was so good at athletic pursuits—she had no fat to contend with. Her hair was black, thick and long and was usually worn in two braids. With a smooth complexion and full eyes she could well be the envy of an aspiring model. A friendly, out-going person, Angie made friends easily.

Mike glanced ruefully at his hand. Angie did not know it but a damaged hand would spell disaster for him: it could end his twice a week gig at the Conch Shell Hotel where he played the guitar at dinner time.

The wrist seems to be broken, but I can’t tell for sure. I’ll be okay, though. Don’t worry.

Angie wanted to get home but did not want to leave the old gentleman alone. She wished the ambulance would hurry up and turned to give a hopeful glance in the direction of the road.

Why are you going home from school so late? Mike asked, as if reading her thoughts.

Angie looked at him puzzled. Was he for real—why was he asking her that? As a matter of fact she should not even be there standing and talking to him. After all she had been warned so often about talking to strangers. She decided she would answer him but if the ambulance did not arrive in a matter of minutes, she would have to leave him.

I had piano lessons after school, she finally answered.

Do you like playing the piano? Mike continued.

Yes, Sir. I love it. Her face lit up.

That’s very interesting. I’m like you—I like music too.

I never see you in this neighborhood before—you recently move here? Angie asked.

You can say that. I’ve been visiting once or twice a year, but I am a returning national now. I live temporarily in this plantation house until mine’s completed.

Well, I hope you adjust okay. Sometimes it is not easy to settle back down to life in the islands when you leave for a long time, she advised.

Mike glanced up at her with some surprise. She seemed very young yet her speech and manner belied her age.

Thank you, but why do you say that? Mike looked at her sensing there was more to her statement.

Well I had an aunt who came back from the United States after thirty years but she could not adjust. She had a problem with the prices, with the customs, with the service, in fact with almost everything. She complained to anyone who would listen to her. Then one day she decided she had had enough and she went back.

I don’t think that would happen to me, though.

Why not?

I think your aunt did not prepare herself for resettlement. She may have returned physically but it appears that her mind was still back where she came from. You see, when you make up your mind…

The blaring sound of sirens interrupted Mike. Whatever he was about to say was lost as a white ambulance screeched to a halt on a road leading to the track. Two medical aides jumped out with a stretcher and rushed towards them. Angie watched as they asked Mike a few questions then looked at his hand. Satisfied that he did not need a neck brace, they finally helped him onto the stretcher, placed his arm in a sling and then put him in the van. The vehicle immediately sped off, the noise of the siren piercing the calm of the evening.

Angie looked around. It was getting late and the sun had already set. Her nine year old brother, Josh, who attended the same school as she did, had already gone home. Even Lana, her older sister who went to secondary school, must be home by now she thought. Every Tuesday Angie attended choir practice and piano lessons, and would normally be home by five o’clock. This was now much later than five o’clock.

The dull feeling she experienced in her stomach came back as she recalled the thought that had been consuming her before the incident—she needed to find a strategy which would help her to pass, with a high score, the soon-coming Eleven Plus examination. This was a critical examination since it was used by the Ministry of Education as a means of assigning students to the secondary schools across the island. The higher a child’s marks were, the better the chances were of entering the school of its choice. Parents, teachers and students would become consumed with almost nothing else but the examination, as it drew near. The date for the examination had been announced that same day in school and nerves had been slightly rattled.

Angie and her best friend Hope Mayers had talked about nothing else but the examination after its date had been given. Hope had become her best friend ever since she had been the first child to approach her and make her feel welcome, when Hope attended the Primary school for the first time.

Angelique had noticed that she would stay in the classroom and never came out to play. One day Angie deliberately sought her out and encouraged her to come outside. Hope was hesitant

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