I moved around a lot as a kid, not as much as the new kid who says he moved around a lot, but enough to shake the ground a few times. Let me lay it out for you:Ā
I was born in Quebec, I lived there until I was about 2, then we moved to Alberta, lived there until I was 4, moved back to Quebec, stayed for a year, moved back to Alberta where my siblings were born, then when I was around 12 or 13, halfway through grade 7 I was told that weād be moving back East. However, instead of going back home, to Quebec, we were moving to Ottawa.
I had never been a popular kid, not even a popular teenager, just sort of ā¦ average. Grade 6 was a shitty year for me, I remember it like it was yesterday. My best friend of 6 years, letās call her Sue, began hanging around with theĀ ācool girlsā now, these girls only had two rules if you wanted to be in their little club: be pretty, and already have your period. So thatās a double whammy, I didnāt have either of those things, and needless to say, I was not invited to join Sue and her new found friends.
Friend and period-less I started and finished grade 6 off alone, so when I heard that we were moving to Ontario, I practically wept with joy, I could already see it, me, surrounded by new friends, the new kid always had lots of friends. I was finally genuinely excited about starting school, I donāt know who I was kidding, I was the shy kid that people thought couldnāt speak - Iām not even exaggerating, one of the first times I talked to the cute boy beside me in Social Studies all he did was stare at me in awe until he finally saidĀ āI didnāt think you could talk.ā baring in mind, I had gone to school with this boy since we were in grade one, so, yeah, thatās me.
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