unqualified.

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If you are reading this its probably for one of two reason. One: you accidentally came across this and you are bored out of your mind, and are about to click away any second, or two: you actually care about by boring-ass life. If that's the case, I'm sorry. You must have a pretty sad life. So let's get on with it, shall we?

This story starts in a small boring, way way WAY less than average Kansas town.  Yes I know you are already bored. Me too. Just trust me it gets better..... kind of.  The protagonist of this story is named Rachel, and  if you haven't caught on, that's me.  Okay enough with this setting the story crap. Let's get to the juicy stuff.

It was the summer before 8th grade, and little me was having the time of her life. I had just signed up for a drama camp (yes I know, I'm a nerd, get over it) and I was hyped. And when I say hyped I don't mean just plain excited, I mean full out PUMPED. Now little 13 year old me was completely oblivious to the fact that something big was coming up.

Fast-forward to the first day or drama camp and you will see little me eagerly waiting outside of a building that was located right next to a photography store and a creepy alleyway. (Young Rachel would soon learn that this alleyway was not in fact creepy and is actually a land of untapped opportunities, but we will get to that later.) I was sitting in my moms white 1991 Toyota Camry that reeked of moldy seats that were a result of summer storms with the windows rolled down, and also the smell of Febreze that we used in a sad attempt to cover the stench. I was waiting in the car because the Camp started at 11 and it was 10:57. There was NO WAY I would walk through that dingy door until it was either 11 or I saw someone I knew walk through it. I was trying my best to avoid the inevitable, "hi what's your name" "oh you're early" "OOHH I'm an adult let me just sit here in silence with you until everyone else gets here". I was desperate to know someone. And know someone I did.