The world is divided in three ways. Right, left, and middle. Most people are on the right. And many of these people think that being on the left is sick and wrong. More people than you think are on the left. These individuals are often made fun of and are called sick. Few human beings are found in the middle. They often hide the fact that they are in the middle, and try to make everyone think that they are in the right. I am one of those people in the middle. And I do my best to hide the fact that I'm in the middle. Nobody knows that I am in the middle, not my parents and definitely not my friends. I am afraid what my friends will think if they found out I was in the middle.

"Does my outfit look okay?" I asked myself as I jumped in front of my mirror. "Everything has to be perfect, I mean it's the first day of eight grade."

I took a good look at myself in the mirror. My friends always joked about how I looked like Hannah Montana. I mean I have the same color hair as her (and the same bangs). Mine falls about five inches below my shoulders and I usually have the edges curled. But my style is SO not Hannah Montana. I decided to wear my favorite red pants and my yellow shirt with the big red peace sign on it.

I picked up my vibrating cell. Ugh, Lilly's calling. I do not want to talk to her. She may be my best friend but I can not tell her anything. Once I told her I had a crush on Skye Nickerson and the next day the whole world knew. It was SO embarrassing.

"Hey." I said deciding to answer the phone anyways .

"Hey, Lace. What's up?" Lilly said smacking her lips making it clear that she was eating something.

"Getting dressed."

"Cool. I'm eating breakfast."

"No really." I remarked sarcastically. "What do you want?"

"Is it a crime just to want to speak to your best friend?"

"In my world it is."

"Why do you have to be so negative, Lace?"

"Everybody has a hobby, mine is being negative. I use to collect stamps- but this is WAY more fun. Tell me what you really want. If it's money I'm putting my foot down."

"I don't want any money Lace. I just wanted to talk before we go to school."

"We can talk at school and on the bus. I really need to get ready. I want to look my best." I shifted the phone to my left.

"Why?"

"Because we'll be meeting people we didn't even knew went to school. What if one of them is an extremely hot guy."

"Oh, now I understand."

"See ya on the bus Lil."

"Okay Lace."

I threw my cell on the bed. Sometimes I wish I had a different best friend. It's not like I don't like Lilly, I do. But she's kind of embarrassing. When we hang around before school in the court yard, she's always screaming like a baby or doing something else to get attention. She screams stupid stuff like "Lacey Anthonee wears diapers" in the hallways. I just don't want her to do that anymore.

Sigh. My eyes caught a glimpse of the clock. 7:05. Shit! I need to get to the bus stop. I ran quickly around my house looking for my mother.

"What are you doing?" My little brother Owen asked.

"Looking for Mom, where is she?"

"Amy's room. Thanks."

Owen is really sweet but can be pretty annoying. But that's understandable since he's only in the fifth grade. He is basically the boy version of me, well at least in appearance. My other brother, Austin, is a sophomore. And my sister, Amy, is a senior. Summary: I have no relationship with any of them.

"I'm leaving." I told my mom through the crack that Amy's door was open.

"Okay." I heard Mom call as I raced out the door.