The New Kid
It wasn’t easy being the new kid. Whether it was family or school related. Just being the stranger and all eyes on you was very intimidating. It wasn’t easy making friends because I always felt like I didn’t connect with my own gender. I could relate more with the opposite gender. That’s what made it really difficult. I didn’t fit in anywhere. I liked it like that anyway. I never tried to be like everybody else, I was always me, just me. What you see is what you get. I was a happy go lucky, out spoken, funny, speak your mind, don’t mess with me kind of person, but still very approachable. Once I started making friends and people were getting to know me, I had a crowd of friends. Some really good ones, some not so good ones, and then the ones you couldn’t trust as far as you could throw them. But overall, it was a good bunch. Things were finally starting to become more steady and routine like. I would spend as much time outside playing with the neighborhood kids just to avoid getting in trouble by being present in the house. You know how sometimes when your angry or frustrated you tend to take it out on those around you? Not intentionally (or maybe intentionally) but it’s easy to lash out at someone else and I would be the one to receive that unintentional (in my case it was always intentional) and uninvited lashing. We would play all kinds of things, tag, hide and seek, red light green light, cops and robbers, we’d race each other, kick ball and the list just goes on. But even playing outside and staying away didn’t always help. I swear, there was always something that would get me in trouble. Grandma would stand right on the porch of the front door and yell my name from the top of her lungs, and when she did that, all of us would freeze. We all new I was going to get it. I’d say my goodbyes because I knew I wasn’t coming back out.