Distance.

Before I started high school I never thought I would end up in a long distance relationship. I doubted people who were in those types of relationships. Basically, I didn't think they could work for me. Things change, people change and three years later I'm in one of those long distances relationships I told myself I never wanted to be in.

I met Andrew in March. He tweeted me, we talked for a couple days and then it just didn't work. Then again in April he talked to me again, and from then on everything fell in to place. I was in a bad place when he met me, a place I didn't think I could get out of. He was different, he wasn't like the guys at my school. He wasn't a douchebag and he didn't talk down on girls like most guys do. He listened to me, he could tell I wasn't happy, that I wasn't the girl he knew I could be. He wanted to help, and most people wouldn't do that. He's one of the sweetest people I've ever met, and he's really good with words.

I fell for him much more quickly than I thought I would, and I don't regret it at all. I got a feeling with him, that I never had before with anyone else. He's been helping me with my depression and all the other problems I have, and he does it with ease. He understands a lot more than I thought, and he surprises me every day. Andrew's one of the most awkward people I ever met, his personality is amazing, and he completes me. There's just something about him that pulled me in and made me never want to let go. He's my best friend, and I know he'll be here for me through anything. He means so much more to me than I can tell him, because I can never find the right words.

I will do anything to make him happy, and I know he'll do the same for me. I'm only seventeen and I found the person I want to be with forever. I know I'll never meet someone else like him and I'll be stupid if I ever let him go. He's unique, he's funny, and he makes me smile. I'm not like every other girl, I'm very difficult to be with. I'm so happy he's stuck with me this long and he hasn't left me yet. I know I can't live without him, I'll be incomplete. He's my other half, my soul mate. He makes me happy. I love all the letters, late night phone calls, the gifts, the smiles and laughs, and especially the 'I love yous'. I don't want to be with anyone else, I don't want anyone else. I'm staying with him forever. We'll have been together for six months on the twenty-third, and I couldn't have asked for anyone better. I have the best.

I haven't been this happy in a very long time, and I know there's not enough 'thank yous' that I could say to pay him back for all he's done for me. We're 985 miles apart, but that doesn't phase us.

Moving.

Moving means three things; new people, new town, new school. 

I've moved before, but I've never had to actually help pack and move stuff. I was always little when we moved. Now I'm seventeen, and I had to actually help with everything. In my old town, I knew everybody and I've grown up with them since kindergarten. Now I'm in a totally new place with a lot of new people .. that like to stare. Oklahoma is a pretty cool place so far, and it gets really really hot here. They say the summer's last longer, so I guess that's one good thing of moving here.

I'm not really a sociable person, I'm shy around new people. I get pretty awkward and I look down a lot. My mom said we're going to start school late, and because of that everyone's going to know I'm the new kid. Well, I think they'd know that anyway because I dress differently than everyone here and I don't have an accent. I'm scared. I feel lost here because I don't know anybody, or where anything is. I'm an outsider in their world. It's my senior year so I basically only have one year here, but I don't think that's enough time to make friendships that'll last. I don't think I have enough time to do anything. School has already started in some towns, and some hasn't started yet.

I hope I can find my place in this town, maybe watch a couple sunsets while I'm at it. I hope it won't be that hard, and I pray that I don't get thrown in a trash can at school. Or that I'll at least make one friend while I'm here. Wish me luck c:

High School.

Everyone told her 8th grade year that high school was going to be the best four years of her life before college. She believed them. But when she first walked through the doors of the campus she was supposed to go to, she finally realized that what people tell you is not always the truth.

On the first day of high school she had a half day. All the classes were shortened just to meet your teachers, find your classes, and find out the supplies needed for class. She thought it was stupid and a waste of time. She didn't want to sit in eight hot classes for thirty minutes, and then go home. It felt like the longest day of her life. The end of the day finally came, and she was happy to finally be done. Every one gave her dirty looks in the hallways, no one spoke to her. She was an outcast to them. They all knew each other and she didn't know anyone. She was alone. She carried her school ID with her. She didn't need anything else.

As her freshmen year went by, she made some "friends". She was in house three, regular classes and it wasn't that hard to keep her grades up. She had A's and B's in all of her classes. She kept to herself most of the time, except for the occasional people that talked to her in her classes. She really didn't do much, she didn't go out or go to parties. She stayed inside. And she never would have thought she would still be the same way two years later.

Sophomore year wasn't any better. She changed houses, and went to house seven.She knew it was going to be hard, but she didn't think it would be as hard as it was. Her grades dropped badly. She went from A's to C's, but it wasn't her fault. She was trying, the classes just assigned to much homework. She was stressed to the max, to only be fifteen. All the people she had met the year before were gone because she switched houses. She felt like the new kid in a world where she wasn't accepted. She didn't know anyone in house seven. She was alone again.

It was her junior year, as the years went by more and more people knew her name. The first day of school everyone was saying hi to her, and hugging her. Normally, she liked hugs but this was doing to much. This was the year her sister would be at the same school with her. She felt responsible, showing her around to her classes and helping her find her locker. She felt like she mattered for once because her sister needed her to guide her through the first week of school. Junior year wasn't that bad for her, except for the immature and annoying kids in her seventh period class. She loved the class, just not the kids.

In Waukegan, each year that you're in high school the ID's change a little. She still has her ID from freshmen year, and as the next to years went by she kept her ID's from Sophomore and Junior year. They're apart of her, apart of the school that she grew to deal with and love. Even though next year she'll have a new ID at a new school, she'll still carry those three ID's from her first three years in high school. At the start of her Senior year she'll look at them and they'll help remind her of where she came from. They'll help remind her how how much she's grown during those three years at that school.

Hopefully, she'll carry that new ID with her after her Senior year just like she will with the other three. That will be the year that changes everything. And maybe, just maybe she'll continue to grow in this new school too.