I WANT TO PUNCH HER! I just smile.... mrgreen inside: scream
Well, that was probably random... I know... let me tell you the back story behind that...
I was a middle-aged middle schooler from Southern California. I ain't that popular... oh well... I have looks that turn people to stone... but I could make them fall for me if I wanted... but I don't. I choose to dress like a guy. My friends call me Marz... theres' a story behind that... I'll tell you that later... for now, the sentence... the sentence that changed my whole entire career as a 7th grade, un-popular, geeky, tom-boy loser. But I could care less about my titles. As shy as I am around new people, I always WOW them with my true character... a hyper-active, socially challenged, crazy girl with lots of quarks... but there's a layer under that... a layer that is so uncommon in 12 year old girls, it doesn't even show up... everyone has it... a layer unlike any other on you... the fear layer... you would think that with all my fears that I wouldn't survive a circus like middle school. Thats what the top two layers are for! It turns out that one layer isnt enough to hide the fear inside me... so, the geeky, shy first layer is a rare one, that shows up in me when I meet new people... it generally also shows up over the phone. The second layer shows up around friends, on texts, and when I have sugar. That's the layer I like. And the third layer just doesn't show up. In fact... it's not even a layer... it's just there. Like the seed in an apple. You don't eat it... but it's always going to be there, haunting you... making you choke if you swallow it... or in my case, making your life suck if you show it. So, I don't. Like I said, everyone has it. That's because everyone has fears.
Middle school is a jungle. If you do one thing emberassing, it haunts you for the rest of your life! In middle school, we have all the basics: Geeks, freaks, creeps, snobs, tom-boys, emos, goths, nerds, jocks, and band geeks. That's just the basic set... there's more... thousands... MILLIONS!!! They watch you with evil eyes... ready to pounce all over your self esteem. Smash it with a hammer... take a sword and slice it in half. You get the idea. I'm not that rich... in fact, I'm poor. So poor, I've never lived in a house... moving from apartment to apartment... I've been to seven schools and have lived in many apartments between those. My mom is a professional mover and has been married and devorced more times than I can count. The court made a few rules when my parents split up: ONE: I live with my mom. TWO: I live with my mom until she moves out of the state. Then I live with my dad. THREE: I may only live out of state if there is no parent or guardian left in California to watch me. FOUR: When I am old enough to make my own choices, I can choose to live with my mom or my dad. FIVE: My parents must let me decide. Only me! My mom moved to Texas with her boyfriend and now I live with my dad. I have three sisters and a brother. My oldest sister lives in Seattle with her husband and two kids who I LOVE TO DEATH!!! My brother is twenty-five and lives alone in California with his son. My other sister is eight-teen and lives with me and my dad. She is hardly home and only comes to pick up chothes for over-night trips to her boyfriend's house. My mom got my seven-teen year old sister and my dad got me. Sure, I would MUCH rather live with my mom than my dad, but I can't tell him that. He has very few feelings left and if I tell him I want to live with my mom, it could break them and his head could EXPLODE!!!!!!! But enough about that, lets talk about my nickname: Marz! Well, my friend couldn't remember my name. he could only remember the capital letters: MARiSa. But z is much cooler than s so it became, "Marz." Now my friends ONLY call me Marz.
READ MORE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!
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