My life at Jefferson High School.

Of course it happened again. I was the new girl in the class, at Jefferson Junior High. I didn't have any friends even though I had been there for two weeks. A few girls had come up to me, and tried to make conversation, but I just looked down at my feet and only said a few words. I was sitting by myself at lunch. Just thinking about how my dad promised that he wouldn't make us move again. So I was stuck at this school with no friends. After lunch I had math, history, and then to top off the day I had music class. Through my thoughts I heard "Hey Artemis" I looked up only to find Aaron, a guy who was one grade higher than me. He was a Junior. I guess I was looking pretty shocked because he said "Weird huh?" I just nodded
"So where did you used to live?" he asked me through a sly smile.
"Which time?" he looked pretty confused so I added "I have been to a lot of different schools, my dad's job has us move around a lot."
"So what does he do?"
"He's a doctor, and he is one, I guess, of the top doctors in the U.S., so I have been to schools in a lot of different places. Moving at least once a year. My dad says this is where we're going to stay though"
"Wait... so where's your mom in all of this?" that got to me. I looked down at my feet, toeing the ground.
"Oh, wow I'm sorry"
"It's okay." I choked out.
"So what's your next class?" he asked, changing the subject.
"Math" I blurted out
"Oh, that's mine too, what math class do you have?
"Pre-Calculas"I told him.
"Same with me. Can I walk you there?"
Now this was a little new to me, so I just nodded and went along with it. We talked all the way to my math class and then finished up our conversation in the doorway. Our conversations were mostly about how I was liking Jefferson and how I dealt with moving so often. Then it bounced to boys, and that got me a little nervous. I didn't like anyone here yet, and I didn't really plan on liking anyone right now. Soon enough, thank god, we changed the subject, then the warning bell rang and we went to our seats. Math was... interesting. I've always loved math, but today we had to go around and choose partners we would have through out the year, and put it on a chart. Now I may love math, but this I hated. I'm shy, and going around and asking people to be my partner is not my favorite thing to do. Luckily though some people came up and asked me, these people included Gaby, Madeline, and Katie, little did I know these people would come to be my best friends on Earth for my entire life. One person I left out who asked me to be my my partner was, surprisingly, Aaron. Other than that we had a pretty normal class, and soon enough I headed to history and music and then school was finally over. I was heading out the building, skateboard and backpack in hand, I heard someone calling my name. I turned around and saw Aaron calling my name. When he finally got to me He asked "What?" most likely because I probably had I pretty surprised look on my face.
"Nothing" I quickly said.
"Can I walk you home?" he asked. I nodded yes and we began our walk, me not riding my skateboard as much as I was dying to do so. We talked about books, music, and I found out that he was in a band. We were about halfway to my house when he nervously said:
"Do you want to go to the movies tonight?" I thought about it, about how I really wanted to focus on my grades, and school work, but then I thought about that I actually liked this guy and that I did want to go out with him. I told him "Sure, that would be fun."
"Okay I'll pick you up at 7:30" he said smily that sly smile again. When we got to my house we said our good byes and he left. I went inside my house and up to my room. Now, I'm not obsessed with style or even close to it but I knew that I did not want to look stupid. I quickly decided I would wear a sanguineous long sleeved shirt under a black t-shirt I got from a concert(that had the same color red writing on it,) a pair of black skinny jeans, and My normal black hi-tops. I did my homework, listened to music while I read, and soon enough I got dressed. I brushed through my long red hair and looked at the time, the clock read 7:08. I sat down in the living room and read my book a little bit more, I got to the ending of the book and found out that, once again, the couple lived happily ever after. Then I unsucked myself out of the book and heard the doorbell ringing. I got up, grabbed my black shoulder bag, and leather jacket and headed out the door. He was standing there a single with a single white rose in his hand, he gave it to me while saying: "For you." I smiled there, truly, happily smiled, for the first time since I moved there. We headed down my walk talking about...everything, me smiling the entire time. We got in his car and heaeded to the theaters. We got the tickets, popcorn, soda, some candy, and headed into the theater. The movie was... different. It included comedy, romance, and some horror, so over all I thought it was pretty good. I had read the book and it did an okay job of transferring it into a movie, unlike a lot of other movies. Now, Aaron and I had an amazing time, cracking up at the hilarious ways people were dying, litterally dancing in the theater at the cheesy romance scenes, and screaming out loud when it ended.
While he was driving me home we listened to some amazing punk rock music. Then we arrived at my house, no lights were on so I know my father was working late... again. Anyway, Aaron walked me up to my door, smiling that sly smile again, and kissed me good night. Fireworks were exploding, butterflys were fluttering, and it felt truly amazing.

2 WEEKS LATER...

Aaron and I were officially a couple, we loved being around each other. Also during that two weeks, I found my three best friends, Gaby, Katie, and Madeline. They treated me right, and annoyed me a lot, but that's just the way I like it. What ended my amazing life was that my father came home one day. ON TIME! He said he had some news. I would be getting a new step-mother, and she was a total witch, and so were my three new step-sisters.

Life is like a Rollar Coaster. One minute your spinning through loops, enjoying cork screws, and having the time of your life with your friends right there beside you. The next minute the ride is over. You wish it had lasted longer or that you could ride again, but then you look at the unending line and realize that the rollar coaster is just there to distract you from life's true ups and downs.

THE NEXT DAY...

The day after I found this out was a friday. I had amazing weekend plans with my friends and Aaron, but now they were all turned into dust and blown away because I had to help "the Witches" move in. Thank god, though, that I got it through their heads that I should not have to share a room, but that, rather, they should. When I told Aaron and my friends about this they agreed with me. It was fraudulent! The fact that my father failed to mention that he had a girlfriend, much less that it was this serious. It was approved by five out of five teenagers, thus making it official, adults are highly confusing! Anyway I ditched helping my father and "the witches" this weekend, he would now truly understand how it felt, instead I went to thus with Aaron: Party on Friday, his concert on Saturday, and the Carnival on Sunday. The rest of the time that weekend I hung out with my friends, and even slept over at their houses. I refused to go home to see any of them, that way I couldn't let them think, for even an instance, that I approved of this.

1 WEEK LATER...

Aaron and I were doing great. When I was with him I truly did feel like I was walking on air. He saw through the gossip and rumors of high school. We have been together for about a month now and still nothing seemed to get us down. Sure we each had our own weights on us, but when we were together it felt as if they had been lifted. You would expect that we would have had a fight by now but we truly have not. He got along perfectly with my friends and I got along just as much with his. Everything with hime and my friends was going... unbelievably! I loved him and my friends, they were truly amazing. At home... things were not going as well. "They" had moved in. The wedding was set for February and I was to be a bridesmaid. As if that wasn't enough, I had to wear a pink frilly dress! I hate the color pink, it symbolizes the fact that even though girls now have the freedom not to stay home and take care of the kids and men that they still think the man is boss and macho... UGH! The good news was though that I would have perfect freedom to do what I was going to do. Because I hated the wedding I could, how do I state this, redo my dress. I am talking cut off the bows and lace, cut it to be shorter, make it strapless, and best of all dye it black. Wonderfully Joyous! Do you not think? When I told my friends this they thought it was a little extreme, but agreed that my father did this to himself by not telling me he was dating much less that it had gotten that serious.