INTRODUCTION
As much as I would enjoy claiming that when I was younger I was the little girl with all types of cool friends and clothes, or maybe just a few friends. Or one. I can't claim that luxury as my own. I was the "lone wolf", the wierdo that couldn't figure out her times tables till third grade. Not that I'm complaining, I think it was probably heathly for me to learn how to "self soothe" or whatever. But it sure did turn me up differently than other children. Mom and Dad were my bestest friends in the world. Them and my third grade teacher. Mrs. Gonzales. She made that year worth not pretending to be sick everyday so kids wouldn't pick on me.
My worst year teacher-wise was probably first in elementary. She wrote a THREE page essay complaint letter on reasons I may have ADHD. Which I didn't and don't to this day. That same teacher put me in Title 1. A reading group with about five kids including me. None of the others could speak English. Sad right? Now I reading college level books though, so I guess I straightened out a bit.
In fifth grade I met my bestest friend ever. Autumn. And she is the stangest "sane" person you can meet. And from then to now we are two awkward, crazy peas in a pod. It was really different at first to have such a wierd friend because I'm always so shy. I hate that factor about me. Alot.
Anyway, this is my story. All of it true and i don't know how else to get it out so I have decided to write to you. I don't want you to figure out who i am, so i'll just have to use fake names now. My fake name will be Grace. Because it isn't completely fake( it's my middle name). And this is my wacked life that is very confusing to even myself. But I'm sure you'll catch on. I don't know how it happens exactly but i end up falling for the most kind, funny, wierd, genuine man I know. And I hate it. And love it.
