Everyday

This is it. Once I get off this plane, I will have the perfect year. Time to start fresh. My name is Virginia Davenport but people call me Ginny. I'm 17 and this is my final time moving. I'm a senior this year and I have the whole summer to make friends before I go to school. Gosh I hope they like me.

My family moves, like, every 6 months but this time, I'm staying the whole school year. I should be an expert at this, right? Making friends, it's practically my second nature, but that's where you're wrong. Every time we move, we go on this stupid vacation before I go to school; so I never get the chance to socialize. But you gotta start somewhere so I thought, why not senior year?

I wish there was an instruction manual on making friends because I have no idea what the hell I am doing. Trial and error. That's my only option. Here goes... my dignity. The whole football team is here to welcome me with banners. I should have probably worn something a little more flattering than a tanktop, jean shorts, hiking boots, and a messy ponytail stuffed into a baseball cap.