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Yeah. Tomruleztheworld was getting old- but I do still believe he does rule the world... well, my world at least.
Well our house was sold- now we're moving out. But we aren't moving to FL until next summer... so we're renting some place until I finish my freshman year and my brother finishes his senior year... I feel like crying. Sure the fourteen year old guy that's moving in with his parents is completely HOT, but hey, this is the house I went through the toughest years of my life in. Shall we recap?
10 yrs old- 5th grade
I was a shy little kid- but then I quickly grew out of it, becoming little miss popular at Davidsonville Elementary. 5th grade had a lot going on- my first (and only) acting experience, my first boyfriend(s), and getting a tiny taste of being admired.
11 yrs old- 6th grade
I was probably not as cool as I'd like to think- but 6th grade still rocked. I was just starting to grow up, and I was making new friends and getting used to feeling mature and being a middle schooler. I got my heart broken for the first time in 6th grade. Shane Miller. I shudder to think about that now, because it's....Shane, but at the time, even though I didn't know it then, it was one of the greatest lessons I'd ever learn.
Rejection.
12 yrs old- 7th grade
The summer before 7th grade I went from girl to woman. No, I didn't lose my virginity. I lost one of my best friends in a tragic car accident. She was 16- my idol. Allie was someone I'd grown up with, someone you believe will always be around. And I'll never forget her wake and her funeral. It was like a slap in the face seeing her lying there in that casket, but it made me realize how short life truly is. I know that's a huge cliche, but I don't know how else to put it.
7th grade was the biggest year of my life. So far. I befriended some girls- I thought I could trust them to help me with getting over losing Allie. confided in them... even in my worst hour. I told one of them I wanted to kill myself. And, out of just plain bitchyness, my mom gets a phone call the very next day from my guidance counselor. The girl had told him what I said, plus more that she'd made up. I stayed home from school for a few weeks, hoping by the time I went back things would be better. But theyw ere only worse. Kids trashed my locker, wrote "bitch" "slut" "whore" all over it in black Sharpie. They pushed me and bookchecked me and whispered things when I walked by. I ended up finishing out the year with a tutor coming to my house every day. 7th grade is something I won't soon forget.
13 yrs old- 8th grade
So I transferred to Crofton Middle. I met tons and tons of awesome people, and I had one of the best years of my life. This was my first real boyfriend- my first kiss, even. Ryan meant the world to me, even if our relationship wasn't that long. I'll never ever forget him. He will always remain one of the closest people to my heart. I mean, what girl forgets her first kiss?
And now here I am, summer before I venture into that dangerous territory.... High School. Some of my friends are totally flipping out. Terrified. Hell, I'm afraid for them. I'm not scared. Actually, I'm ready. Willing. Waiting. Anticipating. I seriously can't wait. I'll be with my big brother, (and all his hot varsity football and lacrosse friends) and I'll be in High School. Can you believe it!? I made it! We all did.
But... right after my freshman year I'll be leaving. Moving to Florida, some 900000000000 miles away, or so it'll seem for the first few months. But then I'll make new friends, and I'll start a new life. Hell I'm considering changing my name even. Just kidding.But even as I go and make new friends and "start a enw life" in my new house with those new hot Florida boys and those parties on the beach and getting my driver's license and my first taste of freedom and everything else I've been waiting for my entire life-
I'll never forget those people who I've been dreaming about it with. The ones who have been there for me and will be there for me even if I am13298450974359847575 miles away. I know they're there.
And I'm so ready to start this.
Bring it on.
<33 kisses,
Sara
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