It’s Where All The Drama Is
Chapter 1
Have you ever imagined what your wedding would be like? Or knew the exact dress you would wear to your senior prom? Have you ever beaten yourself up because you said something stupid to your crush? I have never done any of that.
I have had a crush, one crush. But I never had the courage to talk to him. You see I’m a social out cast, ever since kindergarten. I was always the strange blond girl, The Freak. That nickname suited me well because I am a freak. If whenever you touch someone you see his or her future, this would generally classify you as a freak. Which happens in my case. Lucky me.
Over the years I’v learned to deal with it, but when I was little I would spaz out whenever that happened. Thank god I don’t live in a small town anymore because I did till second grade. Small town gossip is so vicious it would make my foster parents cry. The gossip wasn't even about them!
Finally we moved from Allison, Alabama population 736 to Sacramento, California population over 460,242. That was a very big change. My foster father Jack couldn't bear to part from his Ma and stayed in Alabama, a divorce.
So my Foster Mother Karen and I moved the summer before fourth grade. By then I knew that if I did’t talk and kept my eyes down no one would bother me and therefore touch me. I was wrong. The kids in Sacramento public schools were pushy and even when the teachers told them to stop messing with me they did it even more. By fifth grade I was home schooled.
The decision to go back to a public school for sixth grade was made by me one July day.
“Hey Karen,” I said my angel blond hair fanned around my face as I lay down on the gray sun chair.
“Yes?” Karen replied taking a sip of Very Berry Ice Tea.
“I was wondering if I could go back to school next year? A real school.”
Karen started sucking on her bottom lip thinking. She continued sipping her iced tea. I cracked my fingers nervously.
Karen’s eyes flickered to my hands disapprovingly. “Why would you want to go back there?” she asked slowly.
I anticipated that question and had the perfect answer, “Well, I think that because all of the kids are older, if I ask them to stop messing with me they will. And also since everyone’s older instead of being slapped on the wrist they’d have more severe consequences.”
Apparently my perfect answer wasn't perfect enough. Karen sighed, “I’m sorry Georgina but after all you’ve been through I just don’t think it would be right for you right now.”
I pouted the entire day despite Karen’s attempts of cheering me up and having fun. Finally before dinner she said,
“Georgina, I’ll tell you what,” I looked up hopefully, “If you show me that the kids at the school you want to go to will respect you, then maybe you can go for the last month or two.”
It wasn’t the best deal ever but at least it was something. I jumped up and down, did a little dance and was happy and easy going for the rest of the night.
