Beauty and the Blog

My Introduction To HighSchool

And at last, here I am. My 6th new school in the past 3 years. Crazy, right? Now don’t get me wrong, i’m not a troublemaker, a burnout, or some juvenile delinquent. I’m just a mover. I don’t stay anywhere for too long. I live with my Dad and my mother died when I was 7.

We move around mostly for my Dad’s job, but this, he promised, is the last time we move on account of his job. He’s a Nascar Mechanic. I call him a Fixer, but he likes Mechanic, because that way when people ask what he’s a Mechanic for, he can say Nascar.

“It get’s the lady’s.” My dad use to tell me.

“Is that how you got mommy?” I use to always say back.

But that was back then when things were much simpler. If you’re a lady you would understand. We have to worry about, hair, periods, breakouts, sex, boyfriends, and many other things in general.

Except for me. I worry about, gas, breakouts, periods, and college in general. Not your girly expected type, am I? Don’t get me wrong, I worry about sex, sex in a way of being raped. I move around too much to develope a relationship with a living person, so a boyfriends out of the question.

I’m a junior in highschool, but I feel like i’m a Senior.

I worry about breakouts, because, who doesn’t love big red blotches on their face!? Just kidding.

Gas isn’t much of a worry right now, but finding a job is. No Job = No Gas. And as for my period, it’s nothing really.

Right now while friends are on my mind, I might as well get out that I have 2 online friends! It’s not like I’ll actually be separating from them, so I figured why not. In all of this moving around they are the one thing that stayed constant.

I also had rules, boundaries if you must:

No Drama

Don't stand out

Never raise your hand in class

                                      And watch your back at all times.