Moving to a new place was hard, I had very few friends that I fought for years to make and keep.

Man, it was so scary because all the Elementary teachers are assholes and like "Be careful kids. Teachers in middle school are worse than us and don't give you recess. So make sure you stay on our good side." Others are like, " You will fail Middle school if you can barely keep an A or B in this class!" And little me is over there like:

"Dafuq, I can barely spell my fucking letters in cursive let alone spell!"

I'll be honest, I was in love with writing anime Fanfictions and even tho you couldn't understand a single word I wrote down, it sparked a passion deep in my soul to keep going. Even if my best friend made fun of my writing (she told me like, after I showed her how my writing improved xD) I still moved forward.

But you know the thoughts that roam in your head when you move to a new school.

Will they like me?

Will I be able to make friends?

Imma keep to myself and not make new friends.

Etc, ettc.

What hurt me the most, was leaving my best friend behind...... Her name I will not say. She and I were like two stupid idiots that no matter how much we hurt one another, we stuck together.

She accepted me for me, flaws and all.

We roleplayed together, she would make fun of me but it was funny lol, she'd let me legit walk down to her house looking like a damn hobo with a black trash bag thrown over my shoulder with my clothes in it xD

She was that one friend, that no matter what happened or the stupidest text you'd send her, she would always reply.

She loved Creepypasta and to scare the shit out of me.

I miss her still, but we don't talk the same anymore. u_u

But I did make friends, just very slowly. But I swear to the stars above that I wanted to strangle my cousin with a passion.

After everything that happened to me, he decided to be a dickhead and treat me like shit at school and at his house.

He told me the only reason I was with his mom and dad was because he said I could stay, so he told me I had to be nice to him.

I was an EXTREME rebellious child back then, a spoiled one too. Mmm. Did we fight like cats and dogs.

But, I would always lose because he was "Mama's baby boi" So I was punished a lot.

If you are a parent, and ever adopt a child. Never, and I mean NEVER— threaten to send them to a home....

I've pissed my aunt to many points of her shouting at me to behave or she would send me to Falcon's Children Home.

And it's scary. It really is. Then my family wonders why I break down crying in anxiety of even going to that place.

But the fights were so stupid. Hair pulling, smacking, mouth popping and even snatching out of beds were nice.

My cousin (sorry, getting off track) was on drugs really back, Ambie, and I had just feed my aunt's dog outside and went to chill in my room to watch some TV on the bunk bed.

Well, she comes rushing in my room, shouting at me to feed the dog and snagging me up by my wrist while I'm over here yeeting myself to the bed like "no ho let's not go".

But once she dragged me out of my bed and onto the floor, she walks out mumbling she'll do it herself.

I was left with some nail cuts and bruises on my wrist from her, but we are totally cool now. She's off drugs and is slowly getting happy as we speak.

But like I said. My male cousin and I did not get along at all. We had a teacher together and I had asked her alone, well, more like begged her, to not put me with my cousin.

But no.

Guess what she did?

She.

Put.

Me.

With.

My.

Damn.

Cousin.

Dafuq :0

Who does that?! Putting us together does not sold our differences.

↓Male Cousin↓

•Yee Yee bow
•thinks anime blush is cuts along the face.
•is country asfuq
•a teacher-ruboff-whore (worse than a "teacher's pet")
•thinks that every girl in class wanted him (which they did 🤢 ew)
•rude asfuq
•a class clown
•likes pick up trucks
•country music
•LOVES annoying me

↓Me↓

•quiet kid
•doesnt like talking to others
•likes anime
•acts weird when I do make friends
•not a yee yee bow (or am I~)
•no one liked me
•always picked last
•the nice one

It always made me scoff at people who would ask me if I was my cousin's, cousin.

"Oh my gosh! No way! He's just so open and out there and... You're just... Quiet... And... Um... Weird..."

I just nodded and always ignored them, until they came asking me what was his favorite things and all that and what he was like at home. And I would always push them away or say "I dunno." To make them go away.

Thanks again for reading 😊