This is not one of those stories. Sorry. When I was in middle school I watched those movies over and over and read the books countless times, trying to prepare myself for the jungle that was high school. After the first day of freshmen year I realized that all those writers and actors were liars; everything I had learned was useless. My big plans of being the Queen’s right hand girl (I decided in seventh grade that this was the best position to be in. You got to go to the parties and have all the fun without the pressure) were ruined. Without any idea what to do I faded into the background. I joined the masses of freaks, geeks and weirdoes.
My parents helped seal my fate. My dad is a college professor who decided halfway through my freshmen year that his true calling was plants and quit his teaching job to work on writing “The rare plant guide of North America.” After he wrote about all the plants in Klamath Falls he started to get antsy to discover more rare plants. So we moved to Illinois. And then after he was finished there we moved again…and again. By the time I was about to start senior year we had moved six times.
Moving so often made it kind of hard to make friends but I wasn’t unhappy. I’m not one of those girls who needs someone just to go to the bathroom. I was used to being alone and it worked for me. But when we moved to Holliston, Massachusetts so my dad could research the New England Boneset, everything changed.