Intro/Prolouge
*Venting*
Really? I can't believe this; There is this huge rumour going around that J and I show cows. Well in a sense that's all true. But, they are NOT cows they are steers, My cow showing years have been over for two FREAKIN' years! Now for that reason nobody wants to be friends with me because apparently that's weird...Maybe it's because I belong to a group of farmers...I mean who the hell puts food on your damn table? Ever think about that? NO! I usually don't let this stuff get to me but seriously? Grow up. I'm in the 9th grade this year and that's the exactly how I want to start out my Freshman year in High School.
Jessie understands...but she's been friends with me since the First Grade. We grew upu together. Showing cattle and 4H. Other than school, That's all we look foward to. But NOOO everyone loves her. Whatever, your all a bunch of Jack Asses any way, Who needs this 'social status' anyway. I'm a Loser. LOSER. I wondered what was going on when my Facebook friends went from 500 to 198. That's taking away EVERYBODY in my school except for J. I have my family, all these crazy cattle people and 'farmers'. I my as well..Forget.About.It. Everything is great with Jessie but I'm the one who gets shit.
9th Grade. {Chapter 1}
Fan Freaking Tastic.
These kids are fricken' crazy, running around like a bunch of hanyaks. (Thats what Grampy would call them.) *I find Jessie in the hallway* "Hey J! Sorry I missed orientation I was at a Jackpot in Indy."
I say running out of breath. "Alex, I don't even know!! I went to the one in Southern Ohio!" Jessie replied. "Shit." We say in unison. "Ok, We need to find locker 217."
****More on it's way****
