If life had a name...(Chapter Two)

Finally, the end of that dreadful year.  I didn't want to be apart of that school anymore so needless to say when my parents told me we were moving again I was MORE then excited.1

We settled into this gorgeous house that had four levels and I just fell in love with it.  The first day my mom told me I should go outside with the dog and see if I could possibly make some friends.  I refused right off the bat because I was so shy and too scared.2

By the second and third day she forced me to go outside and come to find out, I met my first best friend (ever) Sara. 3

From that day forward we did EVERYTHING together.  Very rarely did a day pass that I wasn't with her.  We became 'sisters' in a matter of a month.  Then, my biggest fear ever, school started.4

I was so scared, SO upset, and tried SO hard to put that entire situation in the past.  I prayed to god that this new school wouldn't chew me up and spit me out because it seemed like my parents had no intention of leaving this one.5

The first day went decently, I figure that much because no one spoke to me. (Which trust me, Was NOT surprising).6

Sara and I stayed together most of the day and she introduced me to a few of her friends.  Then, my worst nightmare came true.  There he was...standing in the doorway with beautiful blue eyes and spiky blonde hair.  The boy, that for the next two years, I would (sadly) crush on.  Cory Smith.7

(One of) my biggest mistakes but I never knew it then.8

I didn't dare look at him, or even in his direction, he was WAY too popular to notice me but I didn't want to take my chances.  By this time it was already TWO DAYS into the school year and already I wanted to put a gun to my head.  I went to 'recess' in my brand new jeans and this really pretty top I had just got.  Of course I was with Sara and her friends...which in a few seconds...would become a huge mistake.9

Her name was Brittany.  The pot-smoking, dirty-talking, trashy/popular whore of the school.  Apparently, within the two days I moved there I did something to seriously piss her off.  So, she didn't hesitate in letting me know.  10

"You stupid bitch.  Who the fuck do you think you are coming here thinking you're better then us? You mother fucking bitch I should kick your fucking ass."11

Those precise words drew tears (and fear) out of me like nothing else has ever before.  I almost wanted her to hit me to get it over with.  She never did...she just yelled.12

Even after she hsut up I was still crying, still listening to people laughing at me, and still hearing her yell.13

Not even moments later her and her friends that had JUST finished yelling at me proceeded to apologize.  They said that it was just something she "did" to new girls.  They told me they liked my shirt, they didn't want to get told on, and asked if I could be their friend.  14

I dried my eyes, smiled, and (stupid me) said yes.15

So there I was...setting myself up for a WORLD of bullshit and just befriended the people that would make me one hell of a fighter...16

I should thank them sometime....17