Ivory Towers

I had just moved to Texas and I can tell you it is so freaking hot I'm melting.

I live now in this small town named Katy where 85% of the people are Latin and the rest are blonde.

I don't fit it. With my long brown hair and green eyes I'm out of place. I have no idea if I should be wearing flamenco dresses and cowboy boots. I wasn't made for Texas. With my posh accent and pale skin I stick out like a sore thumb among the slang and sun that is Houston.

Tomorrow I start school. I've been in Texas for 2 days but I've been sleeping and trying to get over the jet lag.

Everything was better in Hastings. I knew my way around and I wasn't something that people marvel at.

If someone makes me say banana one more time I'll massacre the entire population.

I hate Texas.