No Home

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I don't have any friends. I don't think I really needed any. I'm always changing locations, being passed around from family member to family member. I've never have a place that I feel comfortable enough in to be able to call a home, so there really isn't a point, right?

I'm not saying that I'm a complete loner, people just don't know my name or they just don't care enough to find out, which is fine with me. Some people would call me a realist, some would call me a freak, and some would say I'm normal. Which in my opinion is a huge insult, nobody wants to be normal. That's why every girl in every school I have ever been to tries their hardest to look their best. Sure some of them wear sweats every day, some have uncontrollable hair, and some don't wear makeup. But no matter what they wear, no matter how little effort they put into their appearance, we all want to look our best. Nobody wants to be "normal".

Over the span of eight years I have been to twelve different states, and gone to fourteen different schools, lived with too many family members to even count, and have even spent a sufficient amount of time on the streets. If there was one thing that I am good at, its change. I don't have any brothers or sisters, no cool cousins, and I haven't seen my parents since first grade. All of this might sound a little bit depressing to some but honestly I have learned how to live with it, I have learned how to roll with the punches, and in some cases, how to punch back.

Right now, I live in a tiny, boring ass town called Forks in Washington State. As boring as it is, it is the most comfortable I have ever been when moving to a different place, I feel like I fit in here. It's always raining, covered in trees, and has a small population but I like that. I'm not living with a family member right now, just living in a hotel that a lovely lady lets me stay in for free. I've been here for a couple months and have gotten really attached to this little town.

When I first got here I didn't expect to stay long, I was on a travel bus that was passing through and I decided to get off and make myself at home. I have no clue where that bus was heading but I'm glad it had a stop here. At first I was just wandering around, and sleeping in whatever covered area I could find but after a while, when I was tired of waking up completely soaked I decided to go look for some cheap motels around here, but I stumbled upon a little family owned hotel and took a look inside. Me being literally covered in mud and rain looked like a mess, enough for anyone to feel pity for me, and this little old lady glanced at me and its like she automatically knew I didn't have anywhere to live. We introduced ourselves and I told her the short version of my story and she immediately handed me a room key and some spare clothes. Her name is Lucy and she is 63 years old but she acts like she's my age. She pretty much took me under her wing and acted as if I was her own because she was never able to have children. She is the sweetest woman I have ever had the pleasure of meeting and is helping me make a home here and I couldn't be any more grateful.

After a while I began to make a routine, I would wake up every morning and walk to get Lucy and me some coffee, I would open up the office, and then I would start working. This was surprising to me at first, making an entire life in a place I have been in for less than 3 months but I didn't feel out of place. It started to feel natural almost like I have been doing it my entire life. I still haven't met any friends. It's just Lucy and me day in and day out so that's when she decided to enroll me in school.

Starting school was not my idea it was Lucy's. She says I'm "too young to be tied down taking care of an old lady every day" and no matter how many times I had told her that I don't mind, she waves me off and ignores me until I agree with her. Since it is impossible to disobey that woman, I'm starting school tomorrow morning at 7:30 am. I have been the new kid at school so many times that it has just started to become second nature, but this time it's different and I feel like I have to do good. I feel like now that I'm a senior in a place that I have made a home, I have people to impress and quite frankly that scares the shit out of me. I've never had a family, a boyfriend he, or a best friend to share notes with in class or tell all my secrets to and I'm not expecting this school to be any different. And for some reason, that bothers me.

Forks High School is a pretty impressive building made of brick and surrounded with woods like everything else in this town. I swear moss covers every inch of concrete and trees, but that's what makes it so appealing to me. The school is about 10 minutes away from the hotel so I will drive Lucy's little Toyota Corolla every morning. It's ugly as hell but it works so I'm happy to use it.

Wish me luck.