I was that weird, socially awkward homeschooled kid. I was a afraid of talking to people with not a lot of self confidence. Finally my parents decided "hey, homeschool isn't working!" And thus I was stuck in the great school of grace land high.
Yay me. This is a story of how I (kind of) survived eighth grade.
I journeyed on with my life. Apparently, we didn't moved to the US as we planned to do. So all that drama for nothing. Grade 11 or AKA Senior High School started sooo: New friends, new teachers, a new building, and another girl that managed to unconsciously take my heart.