My parents hardly gave me time to prepare for the move. A week to be exact. A week to farewell my old friends, a week pack my things and a week to mentally prepare myself for the horror of mingling with a new group of hormonal teenagers. It wasn't just bad because I was leaving the few old friends I had, but also, as a new girl, I would be dropping all the way to the bottom of the social food chain.
And to make matters harder, it happened to be the same week that I inherited a very, very unnatural family trait.