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.