Tears are Hidden

Tears are Hidden ( but i guess not anymore)

Tears are Hidden
(But I guess not anymore.)

*all these peeps are really real but their names are changed to prevent further embarrassment.*

If you know me in real life, you may know me as a very euphoric girl. Never stops smiling. However, that is not the case. That is not me. It used to be. You will see.

Welcome to the short overview of my life. Me. Katie. My life story is not that interesting, but because you're here, I'll tell you about it anyways. I started out living in Teenyville, MI. I was born in raised in that little city. All my famy lived near or in Teenyville. That city was my entire life. I knew it like the back of my hand. As for my family, I've always had a compete family. We sit down for dinner every night, and we did a lot together. My parents have been married for over 20 years. I have been so close to my family my whole life. We told each other everything. An average, cliché family. I didn't really meet that many people in preschool. I had a huge crush on this guy, Michael. He was quiet, but mean, and never really liked me. Yet, I still swooned over him every single day. I had very little friends until the start of kindergarten. On the first day, I was playing by myself in the indoor sandbox, and a small girl named Maggie came over and played, and we became best friends. We talked on the phone every night. I was at her house more than I was at my own. Her brothers, were my brothers. Our families were connected since before we were born. We were destined to be friends. Her dad was my moms friend, her brother was the same age as my sister, and heck, even our grandma's were friends. Throughout the rest of elementary school, we did everything together. We ate sour candies until our mouths were peeling, and built forts and pretended we were pirates. I played soccer for a very long time. I had multiple friends from soccer. But, one year, you had to try out to be on the advanced team, and I didn't make it. I went home, and I cried and I cried. I have never played an actual game of soccer, or talked to any of my soccer friends since then. At the end of 5th grade, everything was Gucci. I was sad, because I loved my teacher, and I finally got over Michael, but it did not prepare me with the kind of news I was gonna get that very summer. That summer, my parents told me we were moving. To Smalltown, VA.

I couldn't believe it. I had to leave all my friends, and worst of all, instead of 6th grade being elementary like in Teenyville, it was like middle school. I thought my life was over. I cried, and I cried, and I begged for another option, but it was all inevitable. I thought I had all my friends settled, and that my life was perfect. Only now, do I realize that moving to Smalltown was the best thing that happened to me. I was very sad leaving my friends, and even more sad when we moved into a smaller apartment than our old house. The first day of 6th grade was terrible. I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb, being super quiet, and not knowing anything about middle school. I made no friends and hated the idea of this middle school. I hated everyone and everything about Smalltown. I went home and cried and cried and cried. I hated here. The second day was even worse. I couldn't eat lunch. What I could eat was gone by 3rd core. All over the classroom, along with the teacher. A nice boy named Dean took me to the office. The whole way there, I couldn't help but cry, and cry, after embarrassing myself in front of my entire class. He was super sweet, and did everything to cheer me up. I liked him for all of 6th grade, not even caring how overly popular he was. I went home and I cried and I cried and I cried. As school went by, I met a few people. Katrina. Eleanor. We were okay friends. I never fit in. I hung out with Katrina, and weird kids who played with peanut shells and liked anime. Katrina had become my best friend, and I she was the bestest friend you could ever ask for, but there was still a void spiraling in my heart that could never be filled. I went to this summer camp, and came home. The next morning, I had bites everywhere. I had to go to a whole new doctor and he explained to me that they were bedbugs from the camp. I went home and at night, I cried and I cried. This day, made my sister terrified of summer camp. The rest of 6th grade was all a teary blur, and a wave of sadness.