So it was true... we had moved from what I originally thought was a small town in northern Indiana to an even smaller town in Washington state. Unfortunately, I couldn't bring my best pals with me. Believing I would never see them again, my eyes bubbled crystal-like tears. This and more thoughts took part in the flashbacks I was having.
The loss of my good friendships formed yet another addition of the already depressed life I am pursuing. Call me a hormonal weirdo, but I am having the hardest time detecting even the slightest bit of optimism. Though, these emotions never really settled in until the point I loss my Mom to pancreatic cancer. Up until then any problem I was having was just exaggerated.
I remember when my mother used to give me candy whenever I felt sad and alone...of course that was when I was younger. My mother knew how much people suffered, considering how much she had greatly suffered throughout her life. She didn't want me to be a victim of the unmerciful inhabitants of the Earth like she was. Right before I turned 8-years-old, she told me, "You must decide to live free today and suffer tomorrow or suffer today and live free tomorrow." After she told those words...she leaned back and closed her eyes. Next thing I knew, I was alone. At almost 8-years-old, I was puzzled by her words. I had a hard time understanding what she meant. Before I could ask her what she meant, her heart stopped beating. I never realized how much her words meant. All that was left was me and my father. Now that he has a new job, I've been forced to leave my past behind me and start new life. I'll start from my new beginning
After we were all settled in our new apartment, I found myself home alone...a lot. My father has been working 24/7. You don't know how awful it is. I literally have nothing to do. I am 14-years-old with no protection, a limited amount of food, and a father who doesn't help me at all. However, I do have a laptop with free Wi-Fi in the apartment building. But I don't have a Facebook or Twitter, or better yet an email account. I think I might just make one before school starts...
I am a little bit nervous about my new school. I don't want be an outcast. I don't feel comfortable coming to a new school in the middle of the year, especially because I'm eighth grader. The eighth graders at my old school were...well...bad to the bone. Five of them got suspended and two of them were expelled. I was the only one in the class who actually got A's on my report card. Everyone else thought they were two cool for school. Plus they were addicted to the Internet. No doubt that the eighth graders at my new school will act the same. Considering I was the most well-behaved, you can guess who was the most mistreated. I was called names like Teacher's Pet, Smart Alec, and one person called me lesbian because I said I like the science teacher, Mrs. Jubilestein. Not my fault, I find science quite interesting. I almost transferred to another school after this kid put up posters of me and Mrs. Jubilestein kissing. It was photo-shopped...you could tell. Some kids just don't realize the stupidities of their actions.
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After two weeks of living in bordom in my new apartment, I finally found out that i am going to Ross Wells School next week. It's a public school, but it's better than staying home alone I suppose.
