It's Dead Now

Bye paradise

As a sixth grader entering middle school somewhat gives you a feeling of pride you know. Like your one of the big kids. Like you belong with everyone else, and you are no longer considered a little kid at school. More responsibilities for you that make you feel as if you are one big girl. But no, everyone has their own story about their first day of sixth grade, their own story about starting the middle school. Each one unique, because it doesn't go the same for everyone...No matter how hard you try, how hard you plan everything with specific detail to come out perfect, it just never goes that way. Not that I did it or anything. It took me years, ages, for me to figure this out. Sorry about you believers out their with hopes and dreams but even you guys can't have everything how you dream it in life. It just doesn't happen. You don't wake up one morning knowing exactly whats going to happen, cuz then whats the point of wasting your time being up, just go back to sleep right?? So I was saying sixth grade is a totally different story for everyone, especially for me. Most people look back in sixth grade like"OMG!!!! I MISS SIXTH GRADE, LIKE THAT WAS THE BEST CLASS EVER!!!" And I am just their like "really?"For most people just saying. Anyways lets get back on track. So Sixth grade started at a school that used to be a mall. Life sucked straws their, It was boring!! Even writing out of a history book would have been a lot more interesting. It was hard going to school everyday with no friends, because your best friend had a different schedule. My classes where even worse!!! No one to talk too, everyone had their squads! I only lasted their a couple months (I didn't die), till I moved. I have got to admit, I was happy. I wanted something new, new people to meet, new everything. I was tired of boring days that lasted years to end.

So it was one morning that I got up ready to hit school. My brand new school. My mind raced with excitement, I had sparks of energy. But at the same time snakes curled up tight in my stomach, or what people say butterflies, but butterflies don't make you feel that way. Truly what I thought as being an 11 yearold 6 grader was that lipstick was a choice to make friends. I mean I was young and small, movies probably went too far in my head. That I put on some lipstick, and my dad or sister said nothing really. So I entered the office, and I didn't have much money back then that I wore cheap shoes. Heavy thick red socks, along with pants. Pants when skirts and skinny jeans where the thing. Anyways I wasn't too worried about what I wore. I was excited about the new stuff. Aven and Roselin picked me up from the office. I didn't know what I could expect from these too. I thought they where wierd , no one acted like any of them at a school that used to be a mall.

Entering class I got stares and people talking at the same time. I stood there, with lip stick and thin rimmed glasses. I must have looked horrible. But anyways my new teacher mrs. Landsen approached me saying "Hi welcome to my class." And she shook my hand. A girl named Shelby, came up to me and asked "would you like to sign the social contract?" Wanting to already be seated, especially infront of so many I said no . I didn't even know what a social contract was. She told the teacher I said no. Mrs. Landsen got a worried look and asked "Why don't you want to sign it?" I could bearly speak but ended up signing it. I sat down and my first class at that school was social studies, my most least favorite subject.But it wasn't boring as I had expected, but it wasn't fun either.

At this point, this is where I say goodbye to my excited self and happiness. Because now I meet a new bestfriend here like I wanted... at least that's what I thought. 

But my future wouldent stop there, it would keep getting worse...I just didn't even realize 

I had hope...