Triangles

I used to be a Catholic. I used to go to church, pray for something juvenile. I could pull religious paragraphss out of my mind. My siblings never understood it. We were not from a religious family. We werent atheists, we just never believed it. It was just a phase that would come and go for me, i was never to hardcore on it. Then one day, the whole story didnt make sense. The phase never came back to me. But when people ask me what i believe in, il tell them. But i will never forget to add, that i used to be a Catholic.1

I grew up in a small town. I never met my father, and on the day that i did i wish i hadnt. The feeling tends to be mutual between us kids. We went to one of those small schools. The kind where everyone knows everyone else, and your stuck with the same crowd til you grow up, only if your lucky to make it that far. Popularity was like a disease, and if you didnt catch it, you were screwed for life. I was not one of the lucky ones. I had to sit on the side of the court, reading, writing. Whatever i wanted. No one cared, and it was obvious. I used to pretend that i didnt care.2

I was the youngest one. As my siblings went through the grades before me, the teachers were soon able to develope expectations of me. I fit into them perfectly until i reached the seventh grade. Then the expectations came to be to much for me to handle. I hated everything. My life, my parents, and my siblings, me. I hated the way everything around me was pre-decided. I didnt have a choice. Just a mould to fit into. By the eighth grade, everyone seemed to be giving up on me. My teacher at the time, pulled me aside. To discuss my "attitude" and my "homelife". The kind of discussion that was always able to make me want to laugh. Before he let me go, he added sadly 3

"i dont know what went wrong with you, Dannielle, you used to be such a good student"4

As you can tell, i used to be alot of things.