Only Child? Peachy!!

“But, but… it wasn’t me!!” I exclaimed, loudly to my “granddaughter-can-do-no-wrong,” grandma. “It was grandpa!!” I smoothly lied, adding a slight, smooth grin. “If I would have eaten the last brownie, I would have cleaned the dish it was in,” I tacked on quickly. I realized I was blabbing on and on, without allowing her to say one word, to my three claims. I didn’t care, I didn’t want to get caught and in all reality I wanted more brownies, minus the wonderful, under paid, dish washing job.

Growing Up, Minus Heighth

“What do you mean I’m not tall enough?!” questioning, as I threw an accused look at the, oh-so-jolly Ferris

Wheel worker. Have times changed since then? Negative, no way, and did I add nope?! I am a five foot nothing, fourteen year old looking girl, in high hopes of becoming a teacher, wandering the halls of a high school I have chosen to gain as much knowledge and practice, observing. “Are you a new student?!” the high school students inquire, who are quite taller and fairly more mature looking than I. “No,” I smile, as kindly as I could muster up. “Oh, are you the foreign exchange we heard about last week?” the eagerly ask.

"Forgotten"

“Who would’ve thought things would turn out this way?!” asked my former, very best friend, Sandra. I remember Sandra and I growing up, once upon a time ago, when boys, hair, make-up, size zero, money, nor drama was even a factor in our wonderful, free, and natural lives. Our biggest worry was, what time would dinner be ready and who can eat the most this time?! Now, after years of sharing secrets, wiping tears, and laughing until the wee hours of the night, I find my life to have changed tremendously and sadly, my former, very best friend Sandra, to be no where in sight.

"What's Your Point?!"

“Yes, I’m listening!!” I annoyingly confessed, after repeatedly getting hammered down on, by the lovely Mrs. Blackwell. I suppose it’s not polite to talk while the teacher is talking but, I honestly don’t see how atoms, molecules, and neutrons are relevant to my everyday life. “Well then, I guess you’ll be ready for tomorrow’s test, won’t you Miss Social-Butterfly?” sarcastically, stated Mrs. Blackwell. “Hm…” I pause, thinking, “if

it’s over tonight’s high school basketball game, then I’ll be sure to ace that sucker,” I regrettably spatted out, but only after it was far too late.

Unsolved Wishes..

I had begun to think that I knew exactly where my life was headed. Needless to say, I have been wrong many times. I guess my wishful thinking all started back when I was around the age of six years old, when Cinderella, Snow White, and Sleeping Beauty led me to believe that fairy tales really do come true, and there really are such things as talking critters and teacups. I remember bedtime as a young child, Thumper, my favorite orange and white, fluffy, stuffed animal rabbit lay by my side. Thumper, my trusted companion, every night I lay motionless, expecting Thumper to say something and every morning I woke up disappointed.

Ant Like.

       When I was nothing but a measly little sixth grader I was moved away from the only home and only school, with the only friends I had ever known. I was devastated, heart broken, and all of them other words that have the same meaning. I literally thought my life was coming to an end, and back then I prayed it would have. 
       I remember starting a new sixth grade, with new people, a new teacher, and totally new surroundings. I was nothing but a fly on the wall to them or an ant in the grass, I was nothing. I came in the middle of the year, January, when everything was happening.. basketball, softball, track, and many other curricular activities, and here I was a new student coming in to change things up for them. Granted, I made a friend here and there, but that's because I was good at the class 'speed games' and I was always wanted to be a partner for one of the students. I didn't mind, I was noticed. I only stayed at that school until May, and thank goodness. It was a nightmare.
       I then attended another new school, which I ended up staying only two years. I made some great friends, however, it didn't feel quite like home. I still felt ant-like. I felt like because I wasn't with these people from Kindergarten until now, then seventh grade, I wasn't cool enough. I was an outsider, and I truly was. I was never the type of girl to accept change. I always wanted a routine, and if I had plans I had to know them days in advance. So, when I started a whole new life, it was the toughest thing I had to go through, especially at a young age.
      I remember my ninth grade year. It was magical, wonderful, and downright fun, however it was scary, nerve racking, and just so much pressure. I was back to my home town with all my previous friends and all the same teachers... kinda. I was in high school so I knew none of the teachers, a handful of friends, and well, different surroundings. I was scared, again, I was a tiny any on a huge tree. I was noticed, but I was also looked at as a new student. People Change, looks, voice, personality, everything. I came back to my new, great school and had to learn everyone all over again. I don't regret coming back home and being small/ant-like made me who I am today, but taking all the unnecessary steps could have saved me alllllllllll the heart ache.