Chapter Three

     So I finished up the end of seventh grade at Seashore Middle Academy. My first two weeks there, I could not eat anything. I was so nervous. What if people don’t like me? What if I just end up, an outcast, yet again? But it was the complete opposite. Everyone was so friendly and everyone knew my name. It was such a small school that the new girl was like the shiny new toy. People got excited over things like having a new kid, in a small school. Getting a new student just never occurred to me as something to get excited about. 

     Let me introduce you to Kelly. She was one of Isabel’s good friends. We had a little bit of history not liking each other. Just because Isabel was my best friend and she was Isabel’s best friend. The whole jealousy, hormonal, territory, feelings getting hurt, nonsense. I felt like Isabel was replacing me. But that was stupid because it wasn’t the case at all. Anyway, long story short, Kelly became my very best friend. My Aunt Liz says that the best friendships start out that way. Seventh grade ended and Kelly and I spent the entire summer together. We were water girls for all the guy’s football games. We both had huge crushes on the two quarterbacks! We went shopping together, we went to the beach together, we told each other all of our secrets, and stayed up all night talking for hours and hours. It was my dream come true, to have a best friend like this. It was just like in the TV shows. That same summer though, I made best friends with Kylie. Actually, a lot of things happened that summer. But let’s take this one step at a time. My best friend before and through all of this, was Simone. I met Simone when I was just a baby. Our friendship just came so naturally. I didn’t really even think about it. I didn’t think about how I acted when I was with her. I was just 100% myself around her. It really was like we were practically sisters. I met Kylie at one of Simone’s parties. Kylie and I became insta-bestfriends. We hung out all Summer too. 

Another important person that Summer was Kevin. Where do I start? I guess I’ll start from the beginning. Bare with me! I always knew Kevin because he was a friend of Simone’s. I’d been to his house a few times, we never really talked though. But this Summer, that changed. That definitely changed. I don’t really know what happened but we just started talking, a lot. We started hanging out more and more. It was like the summer loves that people always talk about... It was the best summer of my whole life. I always got butterflies and nervousness and OMG-Am-I-Acting-Like-An-Idiot Syndrome when I was around him.

     I have two favorite nights from that summer. The first was more like an afternoon but you know, whatever. Simone was inside somewhere and Kevin and I were sitting on her hot tub, dangling our feet in the water, and talking. Talking about everything. Everything from school to music to food to friends. I’d never talked so much in one day! And let me tell you, I was just babbling like a crazy moron. But luckily, he didn’t seem to mind. It was the best. My hair was a huge frizz ball of dried chlorine and random curls, but he didn’t seem to mind that either. He had to of been the sweetest boy I’d ever met. After a while, Simone came out to tell me that my mom was waiting outside in the car. I didn’t want to leave, I didn’t want it to be over, already, so soon. We both stood up and we hugged and as we were pulling away, he kissed me. He nearly missed. But it was perfect. I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I left with the biggest smile on my face, I felt invincible, unstoppable even. As soon as I got in the car, I told my mom. After all she was my rock. I told her everything. She smiled and told me about her first kiss and we laughed. We stopped by CVS on the way home and I danced around the entire store, barefoot, singing Fearless by Taylor Swift. 

     My second favorite memory of that Summer was magical. It really was. It was Kylie, Kevin, Savannah and I. Kylie’s little sister and her friend tagged along sometimes. We went to sonic, and then to the park, and on our way back, walking to Kylie’s house I saw sprinklers. I was really hyper. And I saw them there. They were just making their little sprinkler noises. I grabbed Kevin’s hand and we ran through them, laughing hysterically. The four of us were already wet, so we put a sprinkler thing connected to the water hose on Kylie’s trampoline and played in the water. The sun was going down and the four of us were soaked. Kylie and Savannah went inside to change their clothes but Kevin and I snuck off. It wasn’t really sneaking. The golf course was right there, we’d just take a little stroll. Harmless. We walked on this little pathway that I liked to believe was made just for us. We found this amazing hill with two big palm trees and we sat in between them. And we talked. And talked. And talked. Like we could never ever run out of things to say. 

     Later on, Kylie and Savannah found us on the golf course, they weren’t too mad that we left. We all walked back to her house and watched a movie and I snuggled right into Kevin’s chest. Later on that same night, I couldn’t fall asleep. But I laid there for hours, in the dark, smiling. 

Chapter Two

 At first, it was good. Yes, the uniforms were hideous. And yes, everything was super strict. And yes, we had to go to Mass every. Single. Friday. For those of you who don’t know, Mass is church. We weren’t allowed to wear makeup, or headbands, or jackets that weren’t school colors, or jewelry (unless it depicted a cross). But Heather and I had friends, it was a nice and small school. But then Heather had to move. Bye bye Heather. She had to go to stupid Austin. 

     Now let me introduce you to Isabel. Isabel’s mom was my mom’s best friend. They had been best friends since they were two. Which means, you guessed it, Isabel and I were best friends since before we even came out of the womb. We were inseparable. We had been since for as long as I could remember. We looked out for each other. She had a hard life, we both did. Whenever there were problems going on at home, she would come to my house. And vise versa. I remember when she was little her mom would drop her off at my house and she would sleep right in between my mom and me... Almost like we were protecting her, our little Bel. She went to a little school on The Island. No, The Island is not an actual Island. It’s actually Padre Island. Its connected, by a long bridge, to Corpus. Its a small little beach town. She and her mother both loved the school, always said excellent things about it. 

     Okay so now back to seventh grade. Heather left, and I still had my friends. All was good. But there was this clique of girls. The evil kind that you read about in books, yeah. Those girls. They constantly made me feel like... Like, well, like I did back in 6th grade. I hated that feeling. I never wanted to feel it again. Abort abort! I had to get out of here. 

     I told my mom everything. She was my absolute best friend. I always thought it was so strange that some girls weren’t close to their moms like I was to mine. How do you look at a mother and think of her as just a mother? Anyway, one day after school we were driving home and she was asking me what was wrong. I didn’t really want to tell her, but I ended up telling her anyway.

     What had happened was, some girls were picking on me at school. Long story short, I realized I was the only white person at that school. And I had to realize this the hard way. And that was that. I was out. Just like that. It all happened so fast. We went home and told Nana and Papa and they wanted me out of there too. Oh by the way, we lived with my Nana and Papa. My mom was too sick to work which means she was too sick to have money to buy a house. 

     The very next day we went to the school and I got transferred out. I really wanted to go to the school that Bel went to. It sounded so great! We went and took a tour and everything. I was friends with some of Bel’s friends, so when I came to take a tour they all ran up to me and gave me hugs. This is what made people know me before I came to the school. This and the fact that I had dated Nick. A guy that Bel had kind of set me up with. But still, everyone knew my name. They knew who I was. And that, my readers, is where my loser-life starts to lose its loser. 

Chapter One

Alrighty. So this is Chapter One. It begins in 6th grade. I know I know, lame way to start off a story right? Don’t worry, this is only the beginning. 

It was just another day in Jr. High, my mom and I were in the car and on our way to go pick up my best friend, Allie. We gave her a ride to school every day. The dogs kept jumping on me and barking at every little thing. I was tired and this, this was just annoying. My mother insisted on taking the dogs everywhere. And the dogs, by the way, are Keva and Pressley. Both of them were small, super fluffly, and yappy. Don’t get me wrong, I love them but... I don’t love taking them every where we go. 

Allie is walking out of her door and locking it behind her. She was annoyed of the dogs too, it showed, even though she’d never said anything about it and tried to hide the look on her face when she climbed into the back seat and the dogs jumped all over her. Could those too little rodents be any more annoying? We all made small talk and listened to the radio the rest of the way to school.

Mornings at this dumb school, had to be the worst part of my day. Allie was a social butterfly, I on the other hand, was not. Allie was pretty and popular, her hair always shiny, and she was always, always, matching. Her hair clips were always the same exact color as the shirt she was wearing which were always the exact same color as her earrings. I really don’t know how she did it. I tried, but I always came home with something that was totally not the same shade of blue as our lame school colors. 

I really hated the school, it was so ghetto and overpopulated. All of our close friends had split the second we got to Jr. High so I clung on to Allie. I loved Allie though, even though we were opposites. You see, I was the loser. I was the girl who tripped and stumbled... A lot. I was the girl who would speed-walk to class and hug her text books close to her chest. The girl who was pathetic, and the worst part is, she doesn’t even realize it. Sigh.

I remember that day. The day that I did realize it. I was walking to class and I almost ran into, that guy. You know that guy, the cool kid, the extremely adorable kid. Yeah. That kid. “Watch where you’re going” he’d said. My heart sunk to my little sixth grade stomach. Why did I have to be so awkward? I turned around just in time to see all of the pretty blonde girls looking at me. If you can even call it “looking”. More like a disgusted glare. 

Then I met Heather. One day in Science, right after our teacher had announced a project, she turned around and asked me to be her partner. She was constantly raising her hand and getting the right answer, I knew she was smart and she seemed nice. So I said yes. We instantly became great friends, we had a lot in common. She liked hanging out in the library in the morning and I liked it too. Allie wasn’t happy with me for not coming and socializing with her, but I was content in the library with Heather. Our moms became friends, too. They agreed that our Middle School wasn’t a great environment with all the fights going on and overpopulation. They decided that next year, for seventh grade, they would put Heather and me in a private Catholic school. Even though neither of us were Catholic. 

Story Time

Hey guys!

Okay so, here it is! Starting from chapter one, my story. All of my experiences and adventures up until this point. Just to give y'all a little background on my life and why it is the way it is. I hope I don’t bore you to death. Just kidding! I actually hope that someone can get something out of this. I hope that someone just reads this and knows that they aren’t the only ones. They aren’t the only ones who do stupid things and they aren’t the only ones who feel the way they do. They aren’t the only ones that are just... Clueless. 

P.S. I wanna hear your stories, ideas, complaints, comments, or anything else!

What It's All About

Hey guys!

Welcome to my site and thank you, by the way, for reading this! I really love that someone would take the time out of their day to come look at MY blogsite. I wanna tell y’all a little bit about myself, my name is Katie. I’m definitely a Texas girl. I think the color yellow is just great. I mean come on, don’t you? Whats not to love? I absolutely adore Taylor Swift, she is my role model. Also I love love love baking cupcakes. Okay so not baking them, but the icing and sprinkles part, I love. I have a dog named Keva (Key-va) and she is the most adorable little ball of fluff. I created this website because, well, being a teenager is hard. High School, it’s tough. I want y’all to know you aren’t alone, we can figure this out together. There are some people that seem like they have it all together. But truth is, this life is hard, and we all go into it totally and completely clueless.