Author's Note: I had a huge writer's block for this chapter. I didn't know where to begin! I wrote and re-wrote this chapter so many times! I decided to make this chapter like a mini story that comes within the story, and I should've put this chapter first (but I didn't!) and it's a MINI Story people! I will get back on topic with the whole new kid thing in Chapter three! But here's Chapter Two(ish)! Enjoy!

Mommy always told me to keep to myself. I didn't know why, but I always listened to her from day one. Everyday, after school, she would take me to a restaurant down-town, and we would sneak into the basement, where the owner's son (who's around his 30's) would teach me Karate. Every morning, when I would wake up, I would sit down with Daddy and he would teach me French. Every Saturday and Sunday, my parents would be gone and my Aunt Abby would come over and she would teach me everything! From dancing, to reading and writing, and math, and swimming, and climbing trees, and piercing a piece of wood with a noodle, and how to drop-kick and surprise attack a person, from everything you can think of ever since I was 3! For the past summer vacations? We've been to Russia, England, and Brazil.

I remembered always asking them why I'm the only 5 year old that learns these kinda things, their reply would always be, "It's always better to be ahead, than the be the one left behind,"

The weird thing about all these lessons? Is that I'm not allowed to tell anyone about them.

So when my teacher called on me to read the first sentence in the book, I would read it aloud in my head, smoothly, "The cat is red" But in reality, I would fake my reading abilities, and say, "Da K-kit is r - r - r-" and I would stop for "help."

"Spell it out Cammie, read it as best as you can," Mrs. Wieber would reply.

Or like that other time when Donald Hopkins and his friends were chasing me around with his booger, all I could do was: run and scream. What I wanted to do was dropkick him and twist his arm until it made that cool cracking noise aunt Abby demonstrated for me, but I couldn't, and I didn't.

Or like that other time in math where Mrs. Wieber was called out to talk to some strange man. They said words like "relocate" or "oblivious," and I was suppose to act like all the other stupid 5 year olds in our class and stare at them like they were speaking another language, but I knew what all those words meant. And I knew for sure Mrs. Wieber didn't enjoy these little visits from the man, she always looked worried and scared. She didn't showed her emotions when he would arrive though, she would say, "Hello there!" With a bright smile, and add, "How may I help you today?" But if you look closely enough, the corner of her eyes were twitching just slightly and she often shifts her body when she get nervous.

I usually sit at lunch by myself, and sit on the swings at recess by myself, and did pretty much everything: by myself. You'd probably think I hated it, but you'd be wrong. I loved it, I love every single second of it. I love being alone, and dress however I wish without people criticizing my clothes. I guess, sometimes it gets lonely, but I get used to it, and I like it, even if it's not normal for me to like the feeling of being alone.

I mean, I'd rather be by myself than hang with Maracelle Langsdorf and her crew. Her little posse would follow her EVERYWHERE! Oh lord, they were EVIL. Maracelle would pick on me whenever she gets the chance to. She would twirl my brown hair in her fingers and look at it with disgust. Her friends would laugh at me, because of course, I could never compete with Maracelle, when it comes to looks. She had this blond curly hair that sits perfectly on her head. She had this weird mutated, perfect skin that looks like a baby's bottom. She has the "cutest" clothes and she sometimes was allowed to wear MAKE-UP!

Her father owned the Western Bank, so she was just about the most spoiled brat in the world!

She thought she was "so cool," that sometimes I was tempted to shove myself at her and show her all the amazing things I could do, that she couldn't. But of course I couldn't, and of course I didn't.

But just put it for short, I was just another Stupid Five Year Old.