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.