Marc, Wyatt , dad, and I all got in the van. Marc can drive but dad said he doesn't know what these people in Georgia drive like because he's used to driving in Delaware. Wyatt is only 4 years old. He's a cutie though and he's really funny, but he can defiantly be a brat at times. Anyway, we had finally arrived at West brook Academy. We were at the kindergarten through fifth grade part of the school. We all walked Wyatt in and he met his teacher and a couple of kids that were zooming around the Kindergarten room acting like airplanes. We said goodbye and finally it was time for the ninth through twelfth grade. I was in eleventh grade and Marc was in twelfth. We said goodbye to our dad and he drove off. I looked back to see Marc already with some group that looked like pure trouble makers. There had to of been at least fifteen of them including Marc. Probably 6 or 7 of them had girls with them. Pretty, snobby, rich girls. Some were on their laps and some were standing just standing there. I was jealous that Marc already made friends. Marc always had friends. Even Wyatt had more friends than me. When we left Delaware I only had one good friend named Harriet. She was thin, pretty,and had an enormous amount of hair! Bright orange too! Enough with that though now it was time to face my fears. I had to toughen up and swallow my fear. I walked up a couple of steps and then there was the door. I didn't want to stand outside with all of the cool kids because, well I burn easily.
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Teen FictionHi, my name is Charlie, Yeah that's right Charlie, and i'm a girl. And i'm 16, i'm going to a new school in Georgia, I came from Delaware. Boring right? I live with my dad, and my two brothers, because my mom was a drug addict and my dad thought it...
