So Far So Good

8th grade..the beginning

The humid Texas summer air hit hard as I stepped out of the house. Of course being me I wanted to wear this new outfit I had got that I believed would maybe make me a little popular. So I wore my jeans and boots and a long sleeve shirt with my hair down. I even had added blonde highlights.
I was ready. Ready to take on the world. Ready to have the empowerment of the seventh graders. Ready to make new friends and yes of course try to find a boyfriend. I mean of course I was thirteen going on fourteen but I felt the need to, because every other girl had a boyfriend but me.
I thought that since be being on the cheer team and the dance team it would be easy for me. I mean, I saw all these girls walking through the halls with their boyfriend by their side and their little clan of friends, their faces full with makeup and curled hair.
Hell I didn't do anything but throw my hair into a braid and maybe put foundation on and mascara but that was it. Id try to wear my hair down but I'd get asked if I was having a bad hair day. Even if I thought it looked cute.
I faced the fact that I'm not like the other girls. I wasn't as progressed as the other girls. I hadn't started my period, I didn't know how to use a straightener or I didn't wear other shoes besides tennis shoes and sperrys. I didn't know how to wear makeup correctly. I wasn't as pretty as they were. I was a potato. Besides that eighth grade was still a fun year. But it was also the year I started finding out who my true friends were.
I had sat with this same group of people every day for lunch and not my one true bestfriend because well we had separate lunches. Every day the same lunch, the same people. It was like a routine for me. Going from English to Dance then to C lunch at the same table, same chair, same time. Hell we even talked about the same things! Yet I still sat there thinking I would stay friends with each of them. All six of them! But that didn't become the case.
Over the the course of the year I slowly lost them, one by one they left. All except for one person. That person made me felt like I belonged at the school. She was apart of the dance team too. It was only her first year as it was my second year. It was so strange how we met.
At our middle school, you had 8 class periods that you go to every single day. Now her and I shared a schedule that was almost the same. My first period I had health then switched to keyboarding. Which keyboarding was probably the most stupid subject at that school. She was a library aid. Second period was our science class which is where we actually met. She sat behind me on the first day and we compared our schedules. My third period was U.S. history while she had algebra 1. Our fourth period was English. And that had to be the best class we ever had! After that we went to dance and immediately bonded through that class. We had the last lunch of the day. C lunch. We would always talk about her "period soup" which was just a can of spaghetti-o's. And the new movies that would come out. The movie that we all loved talking about was Pitch Perfect! I mean come on, Fat Amy was the most hilarious person we could think of. One day we were talking about our favorite part, it was her turn and I, being the five year old I was, flinged a goldfish straight at her. Not only did it hit her but it landed in between her glasses and her left eye. As soon as it landed she immediately said Acca-ouch! That was when I knew she would become my bestfriend.! After lunch we would go to spanish. Even though we didn't understand half the things our teacher said it was still a fun class. Our teacher even gave us names in Spanish to be called by. I was Berta. She was Mercedes. In the class I quickly caught on and loved it, where Mercedes on the other hand had to cheat off of me on every test. Sadly that class would always come to an end and I would have to face algebra 1 while she went to history. I probably never paid attention in that class. On every test I would get forty-fives. Or on a good day a sixty-five. Surprisingly at the end of the year I was passing! Luckily whenever that class ended I would hurry my little butt to athletics. Even though I was always on the off-season work out because of not making volleyball or basketball, I loved it. I did run track though. Which that one meet I went to was fun. The only meet I went to. Then the day was done for.
After school I would often go home and stretch and eat. Or I would go over to Graysons house. Grayson was the friend that I met in my second period class. She was the one I flinged the goldfish at and sat with at lunch after dance.
That's all eighth grade basically was. There was nothing special about it. Well except for the pep rallies. Those were the bomb. I would perform with the dance team then run over to the cheer team and perform with them. It was a very busy year going from cheer to dance practice. But I had fun while doing it. If I could do it again I would.
Sadly every year had to come to an end. We had the tryout process for the upcoming cheer team in middle school. And we had highschool tryouts for cheer and the drill team. I tried out for the freshman squad cheer team and surprisingly made it. For the drill team I didn't make it. Nether did Grayson. But she became a manager for them. And that's when summer started!

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Well yall, I'm back! I have been busy with highschool and cheer and looking at colleges! So I know this is probably going to be a crappie book but it is a way that I'm able to express my feelings and look back on the memories I made. And yes this book is all true. All the names, every thing I did. Even the pictures. So we'll here you have it. The first chapter of the book. Tell me how you feel about it. Or dont. Your choice!
Much love!