The First

The Actually Beginning

                     I was in the first grade, a new student still getting use to my surroundings. It wasn't hard considering it was a small little town in Arkansas that you could pass by if you blinked. My mom and dad had just gotten back together and moved to a rent house at the top of a hill about 7 or 8 blocks away from the little school my siblings and I attended.  It was just the five of us in a home that to the child me seemed to be perfect. I was seven, my sister eight and our little brother only five. Being a small town everybody knew everybody. Of course that's what my grandma had told me when we moved there. I was a troubled child you could say. Going through a lot with past happenings and my parents getting back together for the third time.

            My sister was the person I looked up to, the center of my adoration. She always seemed so brave and more like the leader I wished I could be. Upon the first day arriving at the new school, she had already made over five friends and everyone in her grade and higher knew her name. I was only known as "Teresa's little sister", and instead of making actually friends I made nice with the teachers and became bestfriends with the police officer who spent his free time guarding the school. I wasn't near as brave as my sister. She was the leader and the one everyone circled. To Teresa I was just a tag along she couldn't get rid of. Still I aspired to be just like my big sister.

          I tried my damndest  to act like her, or at least the way I felt she acted. I was bossy and tried to talk to people the way she did. It did not go as planned. I managed to make a few friends who liked my weirdness and could tolerate my loud mouth. However as I learned, with something good follows something bad. With every friend it seemed I had triple the amount of enemies and bullies to follow suit. To a certain extent they never really bothered me. Though with some of them I never realized they were picking on me till looking back now. I made sure to always stand up for myself, something my dad had told me to do and something my sister never seemed to be able to do.

                  After a while I was in quite a few fights, always with the boys. I couldn't stand the boys. It's not as though I believed they had cuties or anything,  it was that most of them were jerks who only ever made fun of me for being the only girl in our grade with actual boobs. Non the less, they are probably the reason I met the friends I did , and especially the reason I met her.

[The names of the people in this story have been altered for sake of protecting their identities. ]