It never occured to me that I spent my entire life in the company of adults, or alone. I never really noticed that I had no friends, I was always too busy occupied with other things to notice. Occupied with the fact that my parents were in search of the Loch Ness Monster.
I never felt close with either of my parents, I didnt belive in "Nessie", She was just a myth. It always did sort of bother me that my parents were wasting thier lives searching for an imaginary thing. I knew Nessie wasn't real, but my parents just couldnt grasp the fact that they were living in a dream world.
My folks tried to homeschool me, but when I was 10, I was supposed to be in grade four, and I was already going grade seven work, they decided to let me give Public School a chance. Probably the biggest mistake of my life.
I mean, honestly, if Nessia was real, wouldnt she be dead by now? If there was only one of her, was she immortal? Because if she was one of a kind, how could she reproduce? I felt the whole concept to be a lie. And I never took into consideration that maybe starting school wasnt the brighest idea, if people found out what my parents did for a living, but all I wanted was freedom, so on September 7th, When I was ten years old, I set off to become a 'normal' student.
I walked to the school, and when I arrived I saw many students just standing infront of the building, as the bell hadn't rang yet, I had met the principal of Fort William Junior High, so I knew all about schedules and classes and bells and such, but what I wasnt prepared for was the social scene.
I decided to take a chance, I saw a girl alone sitting upon the blacktop, looking lonely, so I went up to her "Hi, I'm Vanessa, Whats your name?" She gave me a surprised look, "I'm new here" I explained, as if she needed to know, she looked a little taken aback before she replied "I'm Haleigh, I started going here last year, towards the end of the year, I moved here from Canada, I miss it there." My heart went out to her, I decided to once again take a chance, "I've always lived in Loch Ness, but I have been homeshooled." I prayed silently she wouldnt as why, and she didnt, instead, she pulled out her schedule card, and asked "what classes are you taking?" we compared schedules, and we had second period Health class, fourth period lunch, and sixth period math together. "Pretty good for a first timer" she said to me, I wasnt sure what she meant, but I pretended to. What I I was thankful for was the uniforms at this school. Otherwise I would have stuck out like an orange in an apple orachard. I knw for a fact my clothes were a little different than your average teenager. Being thirteen and still homeschooled, I usually attended 'classes' in my pajamas. I owned few outfits, as I often stayed home while my parents investigated "Nessie sightings."
I had been named Vanessa, so my mother could call me Nessa, because it was such a close name to Nessie. I'm not sure what got my parents into this career, but it sure didnt impress me. And I had just met someone nice (a future friend?) so I decided not to tell Haleigh just yet.
I struggled to find room 384, it was on the third floor, I knew that. I had never expected this to be such a huge buidling, as I started up the stairs, I noticed that the halls were slowly empting. I ran up the next two flights of stairs quickly, and muttered "384, 384" to my self over and over, when at last I found the classroom, walked into my new homeroom prepared to face the challanges of Public School.
"Miss, you're late" my first thought about teachers was ohmigosh. I had never worried before about being on time for a class, because my mother was so laid back. "Sorry Ma'am, I got lost on my way to class. Sorry." I attempted to look sorry, even though deep down I was extramely confused.
I never felt close with either of my parents, I didnt belive in "Nessie", She was just a myth. It always did sort of bother me that my parents were wasting thier lives searching for an imaginary thing. I knew Nessie wasn't real, but my parents just couldnt grasp the fact that they were living in a dream world.
My folks tried to homeschool me, but when I was 10, I was supposed to be in grade four, and I was already going grade seven work, they decided to let me give Public School a chance. Probably the biggest mistake of my life.
I mean, honestly, if Nessia was real, wouldnt she be dead by now? If there was only one of her, was she immortal? Because if she was one of a kind, how could she reproduce? I felt the whole concept to be a lie. And I never took into consideration that maybe starting school wasnt the brighest idea, if people found out what my parents did for a living, but all I wanted was freedom, so on September 7th, When I was ten years old, I set off to become a 'normal' student.
I walked to the school, and when I arrived I saw many students just standing infront of the building, as the bell hadn't rang yet, I had met the principal of Fort William Junior High, so I knew all about schedules and classes and bells and such, but what I wasnt prepared for was the social scene.
I decided to take a chance, I saw a girl alone sitting upon the blacktop, looking lonely, so I went up to her "Hi, I'm Vanessa, Whats your name?" She gave me a surprised look, "I'm new here" I explained, as if she needed to know, she looked a little taken aback before she replied "I'm Haleigh, I started going here last year, towards the end of the year, I moved here from Canada, I miss it there." My heart went out to her, I decided to once again take a chance, "I've always lived in Loch Ness, but I have been homeshooled." I prayed silently she wouldnt as why, and she didnt, instead, she pulled out her schedule card, and asked "what classes are you taking?" we compared schedules, and we had second period Health class, fourth period lunch, and sixth period math together. "Pretty good for a first timer" she said to me, I wasnt sure what she meant, but I pretended to. What I I was thankful for was the uniforms at this school. Otherwise I would have stuck out like an orange in an apple orachard. I knw for a fact my clothes were a little different than your average teenager. Being thirteen and still homeschooled, I usually attended 'classes' in my pajamas. I owned few outfits, as I often stayed home while my parents investigated "Nessie sightings."
I had been named Vanessa, so my mother could call me Nessa, because it was such a close name to Nessie. I'm not sure what got my parents into this career, but it sure didnt impress me. And I had just met someone nice (a future friend?) so I decided not to tell Haleigh just yet.
I struggled to find room 384, it was on the third floor, I knew that. I had never expected this to be such a huge buidling, as I started up the stairs, I noticed that the halls were slowly empting. I ran up the next two flights of stairs quickly, and muttered "384, 384" to my self over and over, when at last I found the classroom, walked into my new homeroom prepared to face the challanges of Public School.
"Miss, you're late" my first thought about teachers was ohmigosh. I had never worried before about being on time for a class, because my mother was so laid back. "Sorry Ma'am, I got lost on my way to class. Sorry." I attempted to look sorry, even though deep down I was extramely confused.