• When I first started middle, I thought that I was going to be the stereotypical preteen. I thought that I was gonna have the latest clothes, lots of friends, money, and always have somewhere to go. That was my plan. To be imaginary before I got to middle school. Unfortunately, I did NOT get my wish granted. I was/am poor, can barely afford to live, and have terrible grades. I mean, grades weren't really going to be problem since I've been told that I am smart.
    It was the first day of middle school and I was ready.I at least thought that I was ready. I'd worn a pretty dark green shirt and ripped up jeans (but in a cute kinda of way) and had my confidence cranked up to a positive ten...when I left the house. I was so excited! I was barely able to sleep the night before and I didn't even have dinner! THAT was how excited I was.
    When I arrived, I was about three minutes late and I was pissed. Yes, I know. Only three frickin' minutes late and I was getting all bipolar* about it.
    "Okay class." says Mrs.Pine. "Just choose your seats for now, next week we'll have assigned seats".
    I sat at the seat closest to the door.