Scatter Plot

T.h.i.r.t.e.e.n.?

Well, this rant may sound confusing to other teenagers, considering my parents "are ruining my life". But honestly, I understand. So here's the scoop. Several months ago, my mom was looking at houses online. Nothing new, mom does that because she's always hated our house and has been looking at houses for about eight years. The only difference this time, is she showed one to my dad, and instead of rolling his eyes like normal, he nodded silently and walked away. Suspicious, right? Well I immediately thought the worst. We're moving. I instantly opened up a word document on my kindle to track evidence. Of course I forgot about it, because it's buried deep in my documents. Any who, turns out, I was right. I'm actually pretty good with it too. I don't consider this as a life ruining moment, but more of a new start. The only thing I wish, is that it wasn't in the middle of my senior year. Like seriously,  Mis Padres? I struggle with school to begin with, let alone moving me to a completely new state with a new school in the middle of my senior year. They are practically begging me not to graduate.

Now I've told all my friends by now, but at first, I kept it buried deep down within me. I mean my parents told us about three weeks into my senior year and I went to senior sunrise with this looming secret over my head. I told my friend Anne immediately because she's the most logical out of my friends. She was upset, naturally, I mean I'm great *coughs* yeah... I'm her third friend this year (2017, I wrote this a while ago) to move. Well since she knew at senior sunrise, she kept giving me these knowing glances. Like geez Anne, I get it. But yeah, everyone kept blabbing.

"Oh I can't wait to graduate with you guys, my best friends in the whole world, together, forever, never to be separated." Yeah you get it. It was all mushy and gross, and it was annoying because I was on the verge of stupid tears. Then with Anne giving me those looks on top of it, I was seriously done with everyone. Needless to say, not even those pancakes could make me feel better, and I'm generally a pretty happy person!

On a side note about the pancakes, I'm allergic to tree nuts, and I was right behind this girl named Brittany to get the syrup. They had multiple little tubs of syrup with different flavors and you'd dip in the assigned spoon to pour it on your pancakes. Well they had a maple pecan syrup, and Brittany took the spoon from that tub, then proceeded to dip it in every single flavor of syrup on the table before returning it to the pecan tub....yeah so she contaminated every single syrup with something that can kill me... good thing I saw her do it. So instead I just took my naked pancakes back to my friends and ate silently, thinking of ways my day could get worse.

The second person I told was my neighbor. She is a junior at my school, and we've been best friends since we were six. We live in the middle of nowhere, so we kinda were forced to bond. But any way, that was heart breaking. Of course two months later (I'm still here, btw (Not anymore, I moved a month ago but just now publishing)) she moves across the valley, forty five minutes away. Loser. Didn't even have the decency to wait until I was gone.

The third person I told was my teacher. She was my biology teacher freshman year, and me and my friends eat in her room at lunch every day. She's like my second mom, and even though I haven't had her as a teacher in three years, she still loves us. Well I was feeling particularly horrible about the move one night, and needed a mom figure to vent to that wasn't my actual mom or my councillor who was no help. I wanted to tell her in person, so I texted her that night.

Me: Hey Mrs. Jackie, can I talk to you tomorrow? In private, every time I try to talk to you you're surrounded by other people, and I don't want to broadcast it.

Mrs. Jackie: Of course! We can talk outside during enrichment. Is everything okay? You've got me worried now!

Now Mrs. Jackie is an absolute saint, and before coming to my high school, she worked at a huge high school in downtown, where she had to deal with a lot of crap. With all the situations she's been through, I figured out her first thought pretty quick, and shot it down as quick as I could.

Me: I'm not pregnant!! Just so you don't worry about that.

Mrs. Jackie: :D

Well yeah. So she actually figured it out, so was pretty understanding when I talked to her the next morning. As I cried to her, it was awkward because we were standing in the hall, and all these other seniors were passing by, giving us smiles, and the occasional one would stop and give Mrs. Jackie a concerned look. To which I would return with a glare, I don't like showing my feelings, so they needed to back off. The most annoying was this one girl, as I was crying she walked up to us, and just started talking to Mrs. Jackie, completely ignoring that fact that I was a blubbering wreck next to them. I had a few choice words for her, but of course I kept them in my brain, I hate confrontation.

Well, it's been a while since I've told everyone, and my biggest pet peeve about it is when people mention they're praying that I won't move. Like thanks, I appreciate that you like me and all, but your prayers are probably why our house isn't selling dang it! You do realize that we'll lose our house if we can't sell right!? Ugh, it's actually pretty insensitive. Unless the person says they don't want to move, don't wish for them to stay. I mean it's senior year, guys! I won't see majority of you ever again! Move on and let me do the same! So yeah, hopefully we'll be gone soon (already here), mom just got a job, and is going to rent up there, and we've been trying to figure out a way for me to go with her for second semester. We'll see. Fingers crossed!