It was lunchtime after the first day of band camp. All of us freshmen sat in
groups according to what middle school we had attended before. After all, we didn't
know all the upperclassmen yet. To think of it, there were few upperclassmen there, since
most of them could drive or had a friend that could drive, so they had all gone out to eat.
My friends had just started to bite in to their various sandwiches, when I leaned over and
said, "hey guys, you see that girl over there?" I pointed to an upperclassmen girl, who
was heading outside with her friends, probably to go eat. She waved at me with a smile as
she left.
"Yeah," My friends said.
"Isn't she a senior?" One of my friends said.
"Yeah" I replied. They all looked at me as if to say, "ok, so what?"
"Well, Her name's Jasmine, and she's my cousin."
They looked at me in awe and even in jealousy. I felt special and cool.
Little did I know, that was the last day I would have my own identity.