Description: This is the tale of a middle school girl (growing up). Yet the school that she changed to has changed HER, made her antisocial – why? How? Read to find out! INTRO INCLUDED (Intro may give better description). Hints of/actual SoraxKairi

New story! (I was sick of the lovey-dovey theme lol) :)

Alright this one is from Kairi's POV, and it shows her going through her middle school years (grade 5-8).

I'm thinking of doing one year per chapter (plus an intro and maybe an epilogue), so there would be about five or six chapters.

Please R&R and tell me whether I should continue!

Intro

Oh,
I've been traveling on this road too long (too long).
Just trying to find my way back home (back home).
The old me is dead and gone,
Dead and gone.

Oh,
I've been traveling on this road too long (too long).
Just trying to find my way back home (back home).
The old me is dead and gone,
Dead and gone.

I turn my head to the east,
I don't see nobody by my side.
I turn my head to the west,
Still nobody in sight.
So I turn my head to the north,
Swallow that pill that they call pride;
The old me is dead and gone, but that new me will be alright.

I turn my head to the east,
I don't see nobody by my side.
I turn my head to the west,
Still nobody in sight.
So I turn my head to the north,
Swallow that pill that they call pride;
The old me is dead and gone, but that new me will be alright.

I remember my old school when I was younger, East Commons. I was friends with a girl and a boy, who I vaguely remember.

Selphie called, "Going to the playground?"

I nodded.

"Coming too," said the boy. He had spiky blonde hair and ocean blue eyes.

I pried my eyes open. That boy didn't have blonde hair anymore, it turned brown; that boy was Sora. Selphie, Sora, and I were inseparable, we were all like siblings.

I have these vague memories – pictures instilled in my head, more like – of when I was at East Commons. Not all of them are full flashbacks, sometimes they're just a quick flash of a memory I had.

For some reason, one of those pictures includes Selphie, Sora, and I standing next to each other getting a picture taken. Sora and I were hugging and simultaneously Selphie and I were hugging.

But then in kindergarten, I switched schools to West Square School – which I hate. It's so clique-y, there's this hierarchy and this weird feeling… a cold one that suggests that the people there only want you for your brains and not for who you really are.

Then a year or two later Selphie came to my school, and a few years after that Sora came. I remember when Sora came, it was the first time I saw him since East Commons. I didn't know he was going to come, and he looked so different! Yet as soon as my eyes landed on him, the current him and the little boy version of him kept on flashing back and forth in my head, between his old self with blonde hair and him now with brown spiky hair.

But because of that school, I've become antisocial. Though it may not seem so on the outside, it is so on the inside. Not that sometimes I don't actually want to socialize, not that I'm not good at finding subjects to strike up a conversation, not that I just wonder why sometimes…

But…

Why?!

( Okay, basically I lied; )
Sometimes I actually don't want to be social,
Sometimes I can't find a good topic to start up a conversation,
And sometimes… I wonder.
Sometimes, I reflect on the past…

What would've happened if I stayed at East Commons? Would I still be antisocial?

My parents always tell my how good it was that I switched schools because East Commons has really bad academics as the grades get older, but the one thing I liked about it is that it seemed like a good, nurturing school, unlike my current school.

Selphie says she doesn't mind the hierarchy here. Sora says he doesn't really pay attention to it (boys!), so there's really no one I can turn to. It sometimes makes me feel better when Selphie and Sora tell me good stories of their lives back in East Commons. But – even though I don't want to sound self-absorbed (especially since I'm not) – this isn't about them. This is about me.

So here's my story;

Are you ready?