I hugged my knees as I sat on the deck of our house. I was watching the last sunset of the summer, hoping it wouldn't end. I sighed and looked at the sky. The stars were already coming out, and I found one and made a wish.
I wish, I wish with all my heart, I can be myself this year.
I smiled at my wish, and even laughed at the thought of it coming true. I try to be a good person. Really, I do. It's society that makes me behave the way I do. It's the power people let me have, its the vibes I receive from those below me, that makes me feel so superior.
Some people see through me though. Take Arnold, for example. He knows that I'm actually a good person, a deep person, a person I could never show to anyone else. I think I have a slight crush on him, but it could just be a strong sense of friendship.
Helga sees through me as well. She's not afraid to tell me I'm wrong, or even make fun of me. Despite how much I hate being told that, I appreciate the criticism. Not many people have the guts to tell me when I'm wrong.
I got up and brushed off my pants. Junior high was going to be different. No more P.S. 118 hallways, no more baseball games after-school with the guys, no more P.S. 118 spirit song. Instead, the hallways would be replaced with intimidating older junior high peers, homework, and school football games. Maybe this place wouldn't be so bad after all. I would have to adjust to losing my popularity, but that would be okay. I would meet other kids. Other guys.
When I walked into my room, the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey Rhonda, it's me, Nadine!"
"Oh hey! It's so great to hear from you. How's the south?"
My best friend in the entire world, Nadine, had moved away from me fifth grade year. Her father got a better job offer in Louisiana, and I missed her like crazy.
"It's okay, I guess. You're starting school tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah bud. Gosh I'm nervous…do you think I'll survive?"
"I hope so! Who else would be my best friend?"
"Ha ha, good point."
We talked for a little while after that, then I decided I better start getting ready for my first day.
I opened my closet, and piles of clothes tumbled on me. I laughed and picked up an old shirt from 4th grade field day. I turned it over and looked at all the signatures from that day. I smiled as I remembered the day. Nadine and I were partners for the three-legged race, and we beat everybody. No one thought I could do it, mainly because I'm not that athletic of a person, but Nadine helped me through it. We trained for weeks on end, and we won. It was the proudest moment of my life.
I rummaged through my closet a little longer, and found a picture from my fifth grade back-to-school dance. That time I had only invited upcoming fifth graders, and I invited everybody. It was great.
I picked out my outfit then hopped on my bed. I closed my eyes and the first thought that came to my head was Arnold and I. Holding hands.
My eyes bolted open again and I took a deep breath. "Whoa," I said out-loud, and looked out the window. "Where on Earth did THAT come from?"
I closed my eyes again, just to prove to myself that it was just a spur of the moment thing, but there it was again. Except this time not only were we holding hands, we were laughing. Was I falling for Arnold?
~duh duh duh…next chapter coming up!~
I wish, I wish with all my heart, I can be myself this year.
I smiled at my wish, and even laughed at the thought of it coming true. I try to be a good person. Really, I do. It's society that makes me behave the way I do. It's the power people let me have, its the vibes I receive from those below me, that makes me feel so superior.
Some people see through me though. Take Arnold, for example. He knows that I'm actually a good person, a deep person, a person I could never show to anyone else. I think I have a slight crush on him, but it could just be a strong sense of friendship.
Helga sees through me as well. She's not afraid to tell me I'm wrong, or even make fun of me. Despite how much I hate being told that, I appreciate the criticism. Not many people have the guts to tell me when I'm wrong.
I got up and brushed off my pants. Junior high was going to be different. No more P.S. 118 hallways, no more baseball games after-school with the guys, no more P.S. 118 spirit song. Instead, the hallways would be replaced with intimidating older junior high peers, homework, and school football games. Maybe this place wouldn't be so bad after all. I would have to adjust to losing my popularity, but that would be okay. I would meet other kids. Other guys.
When I walked into my room, the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey Rhonda, it's me, Nadine!"
"Oh hey! It's so great to hear from you. How's the south?"
My best friend in the entire world, Nadine, had moved away from me fifth grade year. Her father got a better job offer in Louisiana, and I missed her like crazy.
"It's okay, I guess. You're starting school tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah bud. Gosh I'm nervous…do you think I'll survive?"
"I hope so! Who else would be my best friend?"
"Ha ha, good point."
We talked for a little while after that, then I decided I better start getting ready for my first day.
I opened my closet, and piles of clothes tumbled on me. I laughed and picked up an old shirt from 4th grade field day. I turned it over and looked at all the signatures from that day. I smiled as I remembered the day. Nadine and I were partners for the three-legged race, and we beat everybody. No one thought I could do it, mainly because I'm not that athletic of a person, but Nadine helped me through it. We trained for weeks on end, and we won. It was the proudest moment of my life.
I rummaged through my closet a little longer, and found a picture from my fifth grade back-to-school dance. That time I had only invited upcoming fifth graders, and I invited everybody. It was great.
I picked out my outfit then hopped on my bed. I closed my eyes and the first thought that came to my head was Arnold and I. Holding hands.
My eyes bolted open again and I took a deep breath. "Whoa," I said out-loud, and looked out the window. "Where on Earth did THAT come from?"
I closed my eyes again, just to prove to myself that it was just a spur of the moment thing, but there it was again. Except this time not only were we holding hands, we were laughing. Was I falling for Arnold?
~duh duh duh…next chapter coming up!~
