Innocent Children

I am Honey

I'm Honey. I don't know why, but I hate my name. I guess it's because it was forcefully given to me. It's the only truly unique thing about me. I live in Arizona on the border of Mexico in the middle of absolutely nowhere.
I find it weird that among all the normal names here, such as Angel and Juan, you have me, Honey. So different from everyone else, yet I don't stand out at all. I hate it.
I live in a place where most people would think there is constant excitement and action. I mean, it sort of is. I am very close to the border of Mexico, so there are always illegal immigrants trying to get onto US soil, but it is basically always the same story.
They either turn themselves in, or get turned in by someone else. It's too predictable, but sometimes I wish I was living their lives. It may be predictable to me, but at least they don't know what's going to happen to them. I know that's a horrible thing to say and I sound spoiled, but I do sometimes wish that from the bottom of my heart. I want something unpredictable, something new. I live in a stupid cycle where the people are predictable, the weather is predictable, even the headlines on the news are predictable!
I live in the middle of nowhere for gods sake, something new should happen every now and then! I guess I only feel like this because I am 13. Such a a stupid age. It was the best thing to happen to me at first, I was a teen! So many new possibilities! I could have more control over my own life, I could choose where I wanted to go and what I wanted to do! But that didn't last long. Soon my life fell back into this cycle, and everything was more predictable than ever.
I drive to school down an old dusty road, then I get to a border patrol stop. The people at the check point always ask us the same questions about the same things. "Are you an American Citizen?" or things like "Are you smuggling anything or anyone?".
    We keep driving until we get to my small, dreary school. The kind you see in movies about small towns. The kind that has only three rooms and everyone knows everyone. It's kinda sad. Every time I enter my class I'm greeted by the scent of dust and hot air that wells up overnight. A dry kind of desert heat being stored in a small space.
    I see all of the predictable people outside playing games and running around waiting for class to start. Now that I think about it, my friend Olive is a little different. She is predictable in a way that you can't easily predict her. You can always guess she is going to do something dramatic or stupid, but you don't know why.
    I believe she doesn't think about her actions at all. Sometimes she will randomly beam whatever she is holding at my water bottle, then follow up her actions with "I don't know why I did that". She acts on impulse, yet has amazing self control. I guess that's one reason I'm friends with her. That and she has always been there for me, which is odd because I don't think she cares about anyone. She doesn't think people are better than her, not even her family. She is also quite different from me. She sticks out and doesn't get good grades, but is incredibly smart.
    When I asked her what she got on her Tera Nova test, which all public and charter schools are required to take (it's optional for private schools). It is scored by what other people got right. She said she got 96%, which means 4% of people scored better than her. On her end of the year math test, she got exactly 60%, so she almost failed.
Back on what I was saying... school's boring, life's boring, that's basically it. I sort of reflect on my life every now and then. Well, anyways, tommorow I start eighth grade. One more year till highschool.