A Random Autobiography

A/N: Okay, this is actually a part of my autobiography...but I'm incredibly bored and I just realized I have not posted anything on this account...so I'm going to now!! Thanks to those who read it and I hope you enjoy :)

Change. It helps mold and shape the young and innocent, it can either make us or break us. In many cases, it breaks us. Not in my case. It has done the reverse, actually. It has created the person that I am today, and in just sixteen short years I have come to an understanding of some things that not many my age do. And it’s strange to think that as I write this autobiography—for no reason at all, mind you—I have come this far without having a mental breakdown or some sort of psychotic fit. But then again, I guess everyone feels that way at some point, right? We’re all at our breaking point, we just need a little push.

It’s hard to determine a good place to start, but I will begin where I feel the most change happened in my life.

I could go on and on about how much I miss California and how I want to move back, but that would just be wasting your time as the reader. I won’t go into too much detail about it, because it’s not necessary. All you need to know is that I miss it. A lot. I miss the mountains, the ocean, and most of all, the desert. It was a lot of change moving from a busy suburb to a “chillaxed” country setting. It was alien and strange and I was not comfortable with it. I saw animals in my backyard that I would go to the zoo for at home. From raccoons to wild hogs, I saw it all and I suddenly didn’t like being outside anymore. Which was understandable, because it is terrifying outside at night in the country. To this day, I don’t go more than twenty feet away from my house when the sun goes down.

I was in fourth grade when we moved out here, my mother and her tacky new husband, Kyle, were ready to start a new life filled with sweet tea, cowboy hats and farm-raising.

“Texas?! Why Texas?” My nine year-old self whined. “You mean I’m going to have to ride a horse to school?! And wear cowboy boots?! I’m going to have to hang out with a bunch of ‘kickers’?! Mom, that’s not fair!”

“You’re going to love Texas,” she reassured me. “It’s so pretty out there! Green trees, big blue skies, and nice people.

I muttered to myself how I enjoyed the smoggy skies, dead grass, and reserved neighbors California offered. I didn’t want to deal with the Southern “twang” and sickly sweet tea, and I definitely didn’t want to deal with the obnoxiously “good-natured” people of the Lone Star State. After all, I had seen SpongeBob; I knew how Texans were!

 Despite my protests, in just a short few months we were driving down a bumpy driveway and up to our new house. I gasped at the sight of it. I was not informed that we were going to live in a mobile home. A mobile home surrounded by tall grass. A mobile home surrounded by tall grass and covered in spider webs. A mobile home surrounded by tall grass, covered in spider webs, and was the home to a fearsome billy goat. Where the goat came from, who knows, but he was a permanent resident of our home for a few years before he disappeared. We never named him, but he responded well to “damn goat” and “stupid animal.”

I survived elementary easily, that wasn’t the hard bit. I was pretty good at making friends and made a few pretty good ones, sadly enough as time passed, we grew apart. However, I made one friend that would last for years to come. She was a bundle of redheaded energy that was full of fun and laughter, something I envied because I was more reticent than she was. Scarlette wasn’t afraid to goof off in public, she still isn’t. Regardless, I looked up to her because she was everything I wanted to be…that is, until our eighth grade year.

Some “serious” drama went down that year and I look back on it now, it was silly. Nonetheless it hurt me, and I felt useless and hurt. When you add in a certain incident that occurred when I was six my trust in males was already weak. Add in an indecisive thirteen year old and two different girls and you have an awkward love triangle waiting to happen. But, I quickly learned that she would be the one to nab the guys before me. She was better at talking to them than I was, and so I spent my thirteenth birthday watching my best friend run off with my very first boyfriend. I also learned not to trust her when it came to the opposite gender. I spent that year silently brooding with anger and frustration bottled up inside, and amazingly it managed to stay bottled up all the way through freshmen year.

My first year of high school was not very different from middle school, still in the shadow of my best friend wishing I could be more like her. I also met my first love that year; little did I know that he was going to be so important to me—but that’s a story for later in this autobiography. At this time, Scarlette and Tyson, her boyfriend, were on a break. She took that opportunity to flit around a bit from guy to guy, trying each out to see if they were interesting. And, of course, she eventually made her way back to Tyson and they haven’t broken up since. Yay, for them. Happy, happy. I was still a little bitter about the whole situation, but time fixed that.

Sophomore year was definitely a changing factor for not only did I have a few boyfriends, but I also met my soul sister and bestest friend I could ever have. I guess turning sixteen did me some good because that was the year I managed to get my first serious boyfriend. And by serious, I mean I kissed him. Hey now, don’t make fun of me; you must remember I have serious trust issues, and it was a pretty big deal that I had actually allowed this guy to even get remotely close to my face. I don’t think Andrew understood the importance of it, though, and was indifferent to that first kiss. I, however, was disappointed because I didn’t get the fireworks and victory parades that I always read about. In fact, if anything it was prickly and weird, but what did I know about kissing until that point? Absolutely nothing. Anyway, a week passed and I guess Andrew grew bored of me and dumped my ass for some random freshmen girl. And, of course, I was heartbroken. Not for long, however, because a new piece of hunk arrived at the school. His name was Kristian Martinez and boy was he trouble. Taking advantage of the fact that he was interested in me, I decided to use him as a rebound and to make Andrew jealous. That plan backfired. Majorly. Playing mind games and having me twisted around his finger, Kristian broke my heart time after time. Ignoring the protests and shouts from friends and Scarlette, I continued to date him all throughout my second year of high school. In between the breaks that we went on, I noticed that there was a new student sitting at our table. Her name was Tayler Pepper, and at first, I hated her. Now, I am almost positive that she’s reading this now and I’m laughing as I’m typing this because my reasoning behind it was completely shallow! In the time I was dating Kristian, I had been transformed into a nasty, mean, ugly-hearted bitch that was only concerned about who I was in competition with. Horrible of me? ABSOLUTELY! But that was my thought-process at the time, and I think back now and I’m disgusted!

Months passed and gradually I began to drift away from Kristian as I discovered his tendencies and cheating habits, and I took the time to rethink my mistakes. And boy, were there a lot of them. I apologized to several friends I had been ignoring, and I took the time to get to know Pepper. I love her to death and have never been more grateful to have someone as awesome as her in my life. Without her, I have no idea where I would be. She has helped me through a lot of sticky situations and we share so many hilarious memories that have made my life so much more enjoyable.

Ah, and finally we hit my junior year of high school. So far…it sucks. I hate my classes and my teachers. And there has been way too much drama for my brain to handle. Do I regret it? Hell no! Because this is the year that I managed to finally talk to the one I’ve liked since freshmen year. Remember that one guy I mentioned earlier? My first love? Yeah, that’s him. He is the one person who has made me smile and cry at the same time. He is the one I have ever seriously thought about the future with, and he is the first male in my life that I have put all of my trust into. He is one of the best things to happen in my life, and I look forward to seeing what potential we have as a couple. Sadly enough, my parents can’t stand him. We don’t care, well that’s a lie. He did care at first, but then we decided to go all ‘Romeo and Juliet’ on their asses. This is the year that Kristian Martinez moved away from our school and back to where he came from, and everyone could breathe a sigh of relief. This is the year that I discovered that some friends are two-faced and conniving when it comes to sneaking around my relationships. I learned to trust and who not to trust. Despite that, I’m pretty sure that there will be better times coming from this year and the next one to come. Halfway through this school year and I’ll be a senior! Can’t wait to move on with my life, and start fresh. Of course, I will be keeping in touch with my best friends and such. I would be nothing without them.

This is the most unprofessional autobiography I think I have ever read! And I wrote it…oh well, it’s just for fun. After all…it’s all shits and giggles until someone giggles and shits!!