But...Why Me??

"In my case however it's different. There was a reason why I have transferred to 5 different schools."

It's a warm spring morning here in New York City. As I lay in my bed I can feel the soft breeze rush through my face. Unable to remove myself from bed because of the laziness that lives inside of me, I enjoy the last few minutes I have before mom's voice annoys me.

"Robin! Time for breakfast!" said mom.

"Ugh and there it goes" I cover my head with the blanket roughly to fade out her voice.

"Robin!" mom shouts again.

"Give me a minute mom!" I shout back.

When I got up from my bed idly, I happen to pass by the long narrow mirror laid up on my bedroom door. As I look at myself I see this girl; long brown hair, slim down, 5'7 hazel eyed, brown skinned, beautiful faced, young lady with SpongeBob pajamas on. I sigh "people say im beautiful, I believe I'm...pretty, why do I feel so ugly?" I open the door to be on my way down stairs for breakfast.

"Hunny, you should never keep us waiting for breakfast. You know how your father wants us all to eat as a family." Mom said. "do you see how hungry your brother is?"

I turn to look at Nathaniel only to see him give me that unpleasant stare. I reply "well...if he stops being a fatass there wouldn't be such problem" I smile.

"Robin! There is no use of that language at the dining table let alone in this house!" said dad.

I rolled my eyes "dad, 'ass'" I quote-unquoted with my fingers "isn't really a profane word...it's just the back of a horse butt" I believed I laughed loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

Nate says "your corny you know that? I can't even believe you're my sister. I mean, to have someone as funny as me and to have someone as BORING, DULL, CORNY, NO SENSE OF HUMOR sister like you, I mean come on" he turns to our parents "mom...dad, I believe we have a situation here; you've brought home the wrong baby from the hospital." He grins widely.

"Nathaniel" dad said, looking at him with a warning face.

I ignore the little dweeb just to enjoy my breakfast and hurry my butt up for school; first day of college, something I do not want to be late for.

After breakfast I rushed up to my room preparing myself for the big day ahead of me.

As I slammed the door behind me out of my family's town house, I begin to sweat. What the... I thought as I whipped watery liquid from my forehead, "why am I sweating?? I cannot be sweating right now this is not the time!" I slowly try to calm my nerves as I know all of this is coming from the whole process of starting a new school. Trust me it is not something pleasant. All my life I have transferred to about five different schools due to some conditions. But why am I worried about college? Everyone is different here and that isn't a big problem right...It's very diverse right? Whereas in high school you're expected to fit in or consider yourself the outcast, the nerd, the weirdo that sits at the corner of the classroom. One thing's for sure, if you're any of those listed, have pity in yourself and don't even think to talk to the popular people or try running for home coming king or queen.

In my case however it's different. There was a reason why I have transferred to 5 different schools. I'm not a geek or nerd of some sort; give me a math problem and have me stare at you for the next 5 minutes, waiting on you to come up with the answer.

But transferring to five schools? Even a nerd would not transfer not even twice if he were to get picked on. My condition is very common but I rather not share it with anyone, however, eventually it starts to reveal itself to the people surrounding me. Not only does it freaks them out but it scares me very much. I wonder from time to time why me? I shut myself in my room almost every night to weep to myself. People see me as a normal girl from the city, but there's more to me than meets the eye...

To be continued...