8th Grade
My lost years really began in this grade level. I hated life. I hated anything that had to do with life. People, places, things, and everything. I felt tedium.
My mom then found an alternative school for me. “Maybe you will like this better,” she said. I had a teacher, Mrs. Cheek. She had breast cancer; mind you this was my personal teacher. I would meet up with her once a week to receive and give her my homework. It felt more like a therapy session than a meeting to get my homework for the following week. There was a lot of resonant feelings every weekend that I would meet this women. I would listen to her sob while I couldn’t help but stair at her uneven breast. They were like uneven mountains. She would cry and cry about how terrible her stepchildren were to her and that she just wanted to perish. “I am ugly,” she would say. It was abstaining. I would never mention to her that I could see her smoking weed and cigarettes in her care in the school parking lot. Mrs. Cheek disappeared one day. I haven’t seen her since.

9th Grade
My replacement teacher at the same school was different. Way different. “Sorry you had to go through that,” is what she said on our first meeting to receive my homework. She was a short Chinese woman, as short as a toddler. She took everything very seriously and would laugh only at her own jokes. They weren’t even funny most of the time…ok all the time.
I would hang out with friends after school at a nearby corner store. Not everyone is your friend. I had to find that out the hard way when my “friend” set me up to be jumped by four black girls. I was oblivious I guess. That’s all I remember from then.

10th Grade
Moving schools again except I didn’t have to find any new friends. I was homeschooled. This is probably what made me gain all the weight I have now. Sitting at home everyday doing nothing I realized isn’t very good for you. It also wasn’t much help when my mom and I would go get fast food at 12 at night and donuts at 5 in the morning. I needed harangue. Not once did she say “this good will catch up to you.” But here I am not being able to run a football field.

11th Grade
New school, new people, I was trying to hamper. I sat by myself against a wall for a good two months. I then made one friend.
Did I mention that this was my first year in regular high school? I was never around todays teenagers. I found them quit annoying. I also had to get use to not getting individual attention from my teacher(s). Now things are going better. I had faith. I know a lot more people now.
I actually like saying hi to people when I walk class to class.

12th Grade
My senior year is next year.
I hope it is fun. Now that I know more people and have more friends it might be.
I plan on having an actual date for senior ball. Maybe get an accolade.
I was a pretty girl who dressed like a boy and wanted to be a princess.