New School, New Friends, and All New Me

Chapter 2

     I'm sure you have never been called "perfect" before, but I have. Just because I have no step siblings and my parents aren't divorced doesn't mean I have the "perfect" life. All that means is that I have a good home life, but that doesn't mean I had a good school life before Pathstone.

     I have OCD and I get that from my grandma. My mom, my uncle, and my aunt all have it too, but it's not as bad as my grandma's. She is a lot more of a clean freak than I am, but there is still times that I like everything spotless. My room is always clean and my bed is normally always made, unlike both of my sisters. They both couldn't care less on how their rooms look.

     My mom will sometimes call me a mini version of my dad. Which I mean isn't wrong. I get a long better with my dad, more than I ever did with my mom. We both are good at bottling up our feelings, which my mom hates and are both really stuborne in the head.

     Before Pathstone, I had lived in a trailer house. At times I felt embarrassed having freinds over, because their houses were so much bigger then mine. Our neighbors around us weren't the nicest people either. There was one girl in the trailer court that my parents had known since their wedding. She was like an older sister to my sisters and I. My parents even treated her like a fourth daughter. It's hard to be the older sister, when you have no one to look up to.

     Back in like Pre-K, I had been bullied by some high schooler. A few years later, I got bullied again by a different high schooler, but it was still on the bus. The first time I told my parents, but the second time I thought I could deal with it. I couldn't deal with it. I just learned to ignore it.

     I remember running out to the top of the sledding hill to go cry. I don't remember the reason why tho. I had no one following me, nor did anyone care that I was crying. The sledding hill was far enough away from the school that I had enough time to look like I hadn't been crying when the bell rung. I was never use to my friends actually caring about how I felt, so it's hard for me to get use to my friends actually wanted to give a shit about me.

    

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