I, Jillian Carter, am a self proclaimed champion of being a new kid. I know every in and out, every loophole, every rule to follow, and those not to. Being the new kid has been my entire life. So when my Dad said we were moving again it wasn't a problem. I knew everything was going to be the same. It always was. That is until Asheville became more than just a little town with a strange name. Until the hallowing in the night got a little too close to home (like under my frickin window close). Until boys started telling me what to do as if I were their literal property. Okay I concede, the last one might not coincide with this particular situation or destination and may have more to do with the general systemic sexism circulating the country. But either way this place was fucking strange as shit and despite my wide experience in the ability of meshing into nearly every social experience I am completely and utterly lost.
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