"Great leaders rule the world with an iron fist." I've always believed in this statement because without structure and discipline, goals that are set can not succeed nor can the tasks that are assigned. My name is Kristy Thomas and if you ask anyone for one word to describe me you would hear that Kristy is bossy, driven, idealistic, etc. All of these words can show someone pointblank that I know how to get things down and how to set my priorities in order.
Some say that I am a born leader. My greatest accomplishment is definitely coming up with the Baby Sitters Club in seventh grade. It started off with me and four of my good friends, Mary Anne Spier, Claudia Kishi, and Stacey McGill. The club picked up business and while we faced some obstacles in our course, we managed to stay strong and keep the club intact. New members came and eventually went, but the original members stayed with the club.
Now we're about to start high school, which I'm nervous about. I had proven myself at Stoneybrooke Middle School where everyone knew me, but now I had to be sure to prove myself in a new environment and with new people. I had heard stories of how freshmen were treated and that made me even more wary. I was sure that I would be fine if I stuck with my friends, but I just prayed that I would have classes with them.
The other thing that I was worried about was my growing attraction to the one and only Cary Retlin. Oh, that cretin. I realized after working on our English project together in eighth grade that he was a very layered person. There were so many different sides to him that sometimes I though he was bipolar. I still felt embarrassed about accusing him of being a criminal and being kicked out of his old school, but I also realized that he was a talented writer since I had believed it when I read his journal.
My friends would be shocked if they knew that I liked Cary. I shudder to think how much he would torment me if he discovered that I had feelings for him that weren't homicidal. He would give me his trademark smirk and would most likely say something along the lines of, "Kristin, I had no idea you cared." Then he would proceed to tease me until I wanted to punch him in the face. I detest hormones.
People are meant to grow up, go through life and change. I'm currently in the process of doing that and I'm adjusting to it. I'll deal with high school (even though my stomach still churns at the thought of it) and I'll try to squelch my feelings for Cary. Only time will tell what will come of it. Until then I'll face my challenges with a clear mind and find a way to succeed, which is the only option I allow myself to have.