1st draft of journal entry 2

I was your average girl. I lived in a small house outside of Charlotte, North Carolina. In a small town called Smallwood .That stood at about five miles northeast outside of charlotte. Smallwood was a quiet little town with the exception of the local Wal-Mart. Not much business seemed to take place there. It was a major change from the bustling atmosphere of city life that I been use to. I resented having to move and I resented even more going to a new school. I mean here I was. In a new town where I knew no one .It was a stressful feeling. To further add to the stress. I was the new girl in a school were all the girls seemed to be alike. They were white, blond and beautiful .While I on the other hand was the combination of a suburban white father and an East Indian mother. Making me the small time mix of both words .

School would change me. I believed I would be better; I wouldn’t follow the popular crowd. But by mid October things had changed. It was a subtle change. That occurred slowly in me. My mother seemed to be the first to notice. Starting first with the way I walked home. She said I walked like a flirt and I said get a mirror. I wasn’t in the mood to fight that day. So I walked over to my room and glanced out my window. We’re outside along my fence stood Abby Page. In her boot cut jeans and halter-top . I wasn’t surprise to watch as she talked to some boy. Who had blue eyes and a cute smile .He gave her a piece of paper and she giggled and walked right back into her house. After which I didn’t see her till 10 pm at night. I had been reading Jane Austin on the top of the roof. When she appeared on the roof to talk to me .She walked over to me and asked about how long I had been here and what school I attended. She even was surprised to know that we were in the same to which she than placed her arm around my shoulder and said. I’m going to help you become someone.

She was right. When I first entered that school .I was the girl who got lost in the hallways and now I felt as thought I owned these hallways. By the beginning of November I had been introduced to all of Abby’s friends including a girl named Emma. Emma like me didn’t quite fit in either. She was a brunette and carried a lot more weight than all of us. She came from Pittsburg. Which wasn’t as far away from New York as all these other girls were from? To me she was as much of a real New Yorker as I. I took comfort in that. This came in handy when Abby and I had our first fight. It was over a boy named Jason. Jason and I had been dating for a solid month. Which had in the time of a month made me happier .Jason went to a school about seven blocks north of my high school. He had brown eyes and soft light velvet hair. He was tall and muscular. Yet weak for my touch .When she and I first met. I had been with Abby at the library carrying in the books. When Abby bumped into Jason .He had a latte in his hand .Which ended up with his spilling all over his white crew neck t-shirt. He was real nice about it. He spoke to Abby who from the look of the way she batted her eyes was interested in Jason. To her surprise Jason asked about me instead. He gave me his number and called days latter. It was during my soccer class practice with Abby .Which didn’t fly well with Abby. Abby wasn’t use to not receiving attention. I think she believed that she was the one that got me were I stood. I stopped talking to her. She didn’t seem to mind either. When she would pass me at lunchtime .She would say are you done with this hissy fit, so you could pay me what you owe to me. Since Abby had been a friend to me I opted to instead talk to Emma. Emma and I got close and soon Emma started even to invite me to her table for lunch. It was during those times while sitting at Emma’s table that I came to realize how Emma treated people. She always had a word to stay. And I wondered if in the middle of going from a regular girl to a popular girl that the days of my reign as a popular girl would come to an end. The days were marked. Especially after a vicious rumor hit the ears of Abby that I was playing games with Jason. Jason I new wouldn’t take it easily. So I sought to defend my title. After doing her research Abby was ready to attack. She approached while I was on my roof and approached me. Her horns ready she looked at me and said. This is over you either pick him or me. I said him and with the tern a few words I was on Abby Page’s dead list. It therefore wasn’t a surprise when while walking to school Abby tried to beat me up. She apparently wasn’t smart because she tried to punch me in front of a police station. The police saw what was happening and came out batons in there hands.

It was during my walk to school that I would experience my last conflict and finally end my guilt. I hadn’t been talking to Emma in a while. I had defended a friend of whom Emma thought was stupid. I took my friend in my arms and said don’t worry. But this clearly had crossed the line with Emma. She sought to take me down and figured that with Abby already mad she would do a real take down. As I walked home from I didn’t realize how that they would get me till while walking on the road home to school. A car passed me. Hey loser called one of the girls from school you like starting things with people don’t you. I looked at the car a 4 by 4 jeep. Where Abby and Emma were. They had eggs in there hands and within a few minutes had engulfed me in eggs .The car slowed down and when I did. Emma pulled out her fist and black eye. I was in excruciating pain. The blow knocked me out and I felt down to the floor. They stopped the car and I blanked out.

I grabbed my books and looked down the hallway. My days here were done. It’s not as empty as I remember it. But than again had changed since I first entered this place. I walked down the stairs to my mom who was holding congratulation’s sign. She had aged a lot. I put her through a lot and the stressed had aged her. Yet as I left I couldn’t help but feel proud. We had made it and nothing would ever change our memories that we had made it. I entered the car and hit the road home. This time with no one out to hurt me but the bright future of a sunset setting over my house.