I've noticed most kids my age keep diaries. But then again, I'm not like most kids. I'm a rebel and like to go unnoticed. Anyway, I'm Ellie Nash. I'm currently eleven years old and go to a small middle school near my town. My school is just like any other school; there are the cliques, the somewhat psychotic teachers, and the overwhelmed principals.
When I started at this school, I was the new kid; the loser, the outcast, or the infamous wallflower. It came to the point where I wanted to die. Yeah die. As in commit suicide. By the time back-to-school came around, I was still in the same place. It was about forty-five minutes into the tour, when a blonde girl just started talking to me. Her name was Dorian. She was beautiful, tall, graceful, poised; everything anybody could want in a girl. She looked like the Barbie doll I never got (nor wanted), but she was so much like me. Except she was a hermaphrodite. Yes, hermaphrodite; half male -half female. I also found out, that she wanted to kill herself too. Why?-still a mystery today. Who's to say we didn't save each other's lives.
But, then came the time when Dorian moved. I met another girl named Nina, but she soon discovered boobs, bras, boys, and make-up. I then continued on the same lonely road. That road seemed never endless. See, mom and dad have been having arguments about things I didn't understand. It came to the point where dad packed him his things up and moved into the sleazy Motel 9. I was mad; but who wouldn't be. I became even more infuriated when mom started drinking to make everything better. Things didn't get much better, but eventually dad came home, and things were back to normal; for the time being.
Yeah, so, this is me; Ellie Nash, rebel, outcast, loser, whatever you want to call me.
