Quitting without notice...

Don't you ever just want to break the rules, get rid of all those preconceptions and stereotypes on how you are supposed to act? Don't you ever just want to tear away and become the bad girl that no one thought you of all people could be? Well of course I did but to be honest who has the strength to change who they are just to prove to people that they too could change the rules and make a new position for themselves on the hierarchy of a typical high school? I just can't be bothered. I live with my best friend in a house in Pennsylvania. My mum and dad separated when I was younger and I didn't like the idea of split custody as I felt like the one caught in the middle of their mess of a relationship. My mum asked me what I wanted to do: live with her or my dad. I couldn't choose so I said neither. I told them I was moving to America. So eventually after ten months and a sticky divorce, I moved in with my mums college friend and heir daughter Mia. Mia has two brothers who are nine months older than her (twins) and a stunning sister called Amber.

I am not completely disconnected from my family but it sometimes feels that way. When I initially decided on the move it was to get back at my parents and to try and get them back together for me but more importantly for themselves as it was clear they still loved each other they just didn't know how to show it anymore. My plan didn't work but I am dealing. After a rocky start between me and Mia, we eventually set aside our differences and discovered that we had more in common than either of us would care to admit. I have to say she is definitely my closest friend.

Each year I guilt trip my parents into spending a week together with me in the hope that one day they will get back together because after two painful dates and multiple desperate months neither of them seem happy anymore. That day was three and a half days ago so my mum and dad just left again, still no action. It is quite depressing to see them act this way towards them but that is he problem when you have a child at the wrong time, and that is what I am... The wrong time child: Zoe. My parents always claim I was the blessing that brought them together, but when your an eight year old kid that seems to only ever hear your parents fighting, you feel like the hands that tore them apart. So I moved.

Now today is a special day for me, it is my first day of being a senior and I don't intend on letting it be a bummer, but there is one problem: the only people who know me are Mia and her family. I got asked last term(yes I still call it that) if I were new or in the wrong class by someone I had been sitting next to for five and a half years in home room. Dylan Strong.

Dylan must be the smartest guy in our year and also the sportiest with the occasional musical episode, but for him to still not know who I am laces me at a loss for where he lies on the perceptivity scale. I mean seriously dude, five and a half years? By he way, before you start shipping me and him together or start putting this book to its stereotype, let me tell you that Dylan and I are not, never have been and probably never will be a couple. So stop right there!

Mia is captain of the cheer squad so let me in as a friendly gesture and surprising everyone including myself, I became quite good. I am also captain if yeh varsity dance squad but everyone hunks it is Nia. I want to rethink my earlier statement:Nia knows who I am and so do the squads, but they think I am a wallflower and only accept me for my ability to put out complicated routines with precision or to show impeccable discipline in training, but most of all because I never complain.

Mia is always trying to put me out there but I just don't want questions to be asked so I keep hidden in the shadow of her popularity, I grant that that is a cliche as she is head cheerleader but it had to happen. Being head cheerleader means that she is expected to throw the best parties, so that is what she does. As per usual the first one is tonight: the welcome back party. This pretty much determines your social standing for the rest of the year and your popularity. Basically it is a place where people can pick on the weak and become the strong, but that is not what Mia ever intended it to be. Well I have one surprise for today and that's the Harley waiting out in the garage!