The High School Chronicles

Prologue

Written on: 7/6/2015

Let's get the facts straight:

-this August I start Freshman year of high school

-I'm supposed to be taking P.E., theatre and French, all of which scare the crap out of me

-I have one friend who doesn't hate me and even that is iffy

-I have 2 exes, both of which do not leave me alone

-I skipped a grade, so this terrified thirteen year old is a year younger than everyone

Okay, now you know what's going to go down. I have had full on panic attacks just thinking about starting high school. I may pretend that I don't feel like I'm going to cry every time a middle-aged family friend asks me in his scary burly voice "You start high school next year, yeah?" It freaks me out being reminded every day of this wonderfully boring summer that the next four years I'm going to have to suffer in the eternal wasteland that they call high school. People say that crap abut 'high school being the best years of their lives' but a lot more people have said that high school was just a pit hole of drugs, partying, peer pressure, ultimately failing, studying too hard, not studying enough, dealing with popularity, how people feel with you, bullying, poor confidence, figuring out who you are, figuring out how you feel about anything and everything. That doesn't sound appealing to me. I've already dealt with all of that, mostly, without the drugs and partying. For some reason, I'm very certain that high school will not be the best years of my life. Starting out with one friend who sort of dislikes me and two evil exes who are against me is definitely not the start of four wonderful years of gummy bears and raindrops and fairy tale senior proms. That's the crap from movies. Well, news flash to you world: life isn't a movie and high school isn't fabulous for loser outcasts. It suck. A lot. Get over it. And that's the truth even I have to face.