Life

My mother is in labour for many hours on New Year's Eve.

I come out and start to grow!

I won't eat.

Lots of doctor's appointments.

I am two years old, moving across the country where my little sister is born.

I am three years old, moving back across the country.

We move to the state next to us, where my little brother is born.

I am attending preschool with mean teachers and only two other girls in the class.

I swim at the local Y.

I take tours of the NAVY ship my dad is the captain of.

I am outside for hours stomping in puddles in the Spring.

I move back to the original state and I start kindergarten.

I make a few friends.

I discover my love for dancing at the local dance school.

First grade and I still have those friends.

Not much else happens.

Second grade is the same.

Third grade is cool. My teacher is the best and discover my drawing skills. The people I really want to hang out with through elementary school are apparent to me.

Fourth grade I get separated from everyone I like and the class is crazy. Substitute teachers every other day.

Fifth grade is hard. I have to say goodbye.

Hello, middle school!

I realize there are mean and nice girls and I can't be friends with both.

I realize school is important.

I find my true friends.

Seventh grade is a ride.

I start to grow up and mature.

I start to realize I am not straight, nor are many of my friends.

I don't care about school.

Eighth grade is a little cool but really dramatic.

The girls I thought were not dramatic hold a lot up in their head.

People talk behind my back.

A boy comes along and ruins everything even though he's beautiful.

I realize studying is important.

I apply for an arts high school so I can study music for the rest of my life.

I get accepted.

Wonder what will happen next?