A turn around

“ On No School Supplies are in stock”

They told me that for my 1st birthday my great grandfather had planned and made a party for me. My father being the devoted “Jehovah Witness” made a fit. That was the last party they made dedicated to me, only. I don’t remember much before the great experience of school, and friends.

Kindergarten

Was kindergarten supposed to be fun? I remember something that happened around Halloween. We were given candy corn to glue on a paper cut out of a pumpkin. It has a nice song to go with it. The only thing I got out of kindergarten was that glue and candy corn are a magnificent mix. Exited about my discovery I told Mother Dearest. She was disgusted. Next thing I new; School supplies were needed.

First grade

For some reason A mule reminds me of the first grade. Strange yes I know. Even more queer is the fact that the mule is all I get from first grade. I had ESL and we had a rhyme that was used to help us memerize the vocals. " A...E..I..O..U el burrito sabe mas que tu"

Second grade.

Time passed, I grew even more paranoid. New supplies marked a moment when I was meant to grow up. Growing up means less time to live. I do not know what got me started with the morbid ideas. Another phobia I realized was the weather. Dark skies and trash bags remind me of the second grade. One day our teacher spoke to us about hurricanes. “We are going to die” was my reaction.

I was going to die without getting married. Die, without meeting my prince charming. I begged to god to let me die after I met love. That summer Six Flags exited my mind. That was until another phobia was born. What if a screw from a roller coaster ride came undone? To get stuck right side down, tortured my imagination. To make it better, it was time to buy school supplies.

Third Grade.

Soccer was an escape. I loved every minute of it. I was the only girl who played. This was when I started to hate girls. All they did was make fun, and criticize everything. They refused to speak to me. It did not matter much for I had soccer.

Fourth Grade.

Fourth grade horror. One day, it rained cats and dogs. Water began to rise. I was at school thinking that I was going to drown (in a few inches of rain). Halloween day came and left. Strange how I always feel normal when the witch’s night comes. For the holiday our class was told to draw pictures advocating the day. I drew twenty tombstones. In each one I wrote a classmates name, even made one for the teacher. Unfortunately that marked the time when people looked at me in an odd way. The word “ Weird” was founded and made a meaning in my dictionary. Lucky me School supplies were beginning to be stocked.

Fifth Grade

“ Mother can I have a birthday party?” I asked.

She said yes. Oh My God. I feel happy. This was a good out come. Five out of Twenty-five classmates came. I received a beanie bear from one girl, I still have that to this day. That summer I also received an acceptance letter from a magnet school. Johnston Middle School had a magnet art program. No, this cannot be.

My birthday just passed. Summer is here. School is not far.

Six Grade

I only attended the school for half a semester. I followed my world, no one accepted my ways.

“ Why are you so weird?” My English teacher from New York asked.

The rest of the class turned and laughed at me. That was around the time of the U.S greatest modern tragedy, 911. I knew it was wrong but I smiled a bit when it happened. Seeing that teacher sad made me warm inside. I transferred to W. I. Stevenson Middle School because of low grades.

Seventh Grade

You can say that this grade was the best I have had, so far. I had friends in every class. Our group spent the time between classes singing in the hallway. One day at lunch some one took my seat. I defended my property. My friends said nothing. I left and sat with a girl no one in my group talked to. Angry eyes burned my face. My so-called friends were beckoning me. All but tree boys

ignored me. That day was the last time I spoke to my “Best friend”, for that day was only a few left in the year. Would it be wise too look forward to the upcoming school year?

Eight Grade

Most of my eight grade, I felt used, at least more than usual. People spoke to me but they would never stick around. “Come sit with me” they would say. “ I feel lonely” was also a favorite. I stayed as much as they needed me. I hoped that they would one day return the favor, which they never did. I met a guy who went by the name of Alfred. A smile was inevitable when I saw him. Since I cant ever have anything nice, He moved. That summer was spent in Mexico.

Ninth Grade.

My life is flashing before my eyes. I am already in High School. Death, take me now! Just a few more days left until the day that I die.

“ Do not trust him” people would say to me.

I met a guy a few years older than me. Male18 was discovered in a private chat room. Secret: I have never seen him in person. I have never looked at his face in reality. He is not that bad of a being. High school is not like it is on the “ Idiot Box”. Nice looking people here. It started. “ Do not talk to her,” said Ginger.

Many people followed her and ignored me.

“ Let them talk. This is how you will find out who are your true friends”

Male18 was right.

It is my birthday again. Lets have a party!

All went great. The only problem was that I was forced to wear a skirt, and a girl tried to drown herself. It is silly to drown yourself in a kiddy pool. Wait me birthday is here. Summer is coming.

Male18 is growing on me. Summer was spent at school. What can I say? I have no life. Funny how on our way back to school from McDonalds, we took the wrong bus home. We toured Houston. The bus stops can be so discombobulated. .

Tenth Grade

Sophomore is an ironic word. Soph is said to mean wisdom. More is said to mean fool. Does that mean that the whole word itself is a paradox? Male18 must be touched. I met him at school. I told him to meet me there.

“ You two come here!” a voice echoed at the outside buildings.

Yes, Mr. Martinez caught us. Male18 was left with a warning. I was left with two days of A.T.S (an alternative to suspension.) My Mother yelled at me in school. At home I was emotionally numb because I was forbidden to have his name in my mind. Questioning mother dearest, I was left with a handprint on my cheek. Seven months was believed to be the time I spent away from him. Petulating mother dearest, she gave into me seeing him. I dint even mind no one acknowledging my birthday. Summer was spent in Sasebo, Japan.

Time spent away from normal human contact, I became more self-dependent. I realized that people are overrated. Love is a unicorn. Both are fake and valuable

only to Hallmark. I know that not everyone is out to get me, but I am not willing to figure out exactly who. “ Pack up. Ya’ll are leaving tomorrow” such sad word were spoken by my uncle. I do not want to go back. I hate my home. I hate humans. I want to be alone. My trip back to “The States” brought back my misery. Watching my family smile as I walked down the airport hallway, distorted my thoughts. I felt my heart gradually sinking. I feel so confused about the way I feel toward people. I spoke to Male18 about it. He said not a word.

Junior year

He is the only one I ever missed. His actions and words are so strange to my world. My junior year in high school will start in a few days. I grow preoccupied about this year. For this year will be the year my future will depend on. I shall try to work my best so I can have a life. This will be the year I make myself known. I shall find out about love and true human emotions. Male18 is has become my heart. The friend I have yearned for. An inspiration for life. A remedy for my paranoid and malicious ideas. Even if his words are just secret lies, he is what was needed for my success.