I laid on my bed and starred at my ceiling. My life was about to be ruined. Not that it already was, it was just going to get worse. Me? I was just a typical seventh grade girl. Well not that typical. Friends? One or two, that was about it. Grades? Pretty good, I guess. Family? Practically split in half. Divorced, should I say. My father moved away, well, across the country to make it clear. California, the golden state. My mother stayed here with my older brother Toby, younger brother Max, and me, myself and I in New Jersey.
When I had bad days, I always locked myself in my room and busied myself with Myspace. Don’t tell my mom. I’d talk to people I didn’t even know and try to make myself seem more interesting. Those were two years of my life I will never get back.
I always found myself wanting to get away to any other place than New Jersey. The state where everything happens. Somehow, my mother found out and thought that sending me to boarding school would help. And that’s the beginning of my story.