Hey,
So, I dunno if any of you readers are aware, but, um, this girl Daph or whatever, moved out. Yeah, she, like, lived here for a bit, then she just decided to move in with her aunt in New Mexico or whatever. Her sister Chrissa is really super bummed, but 'cause she's, like, seven, the only thing she really cares about is why she had a birthday last Friday and how there are no presents for her yet. The girl here, idk what to call her, some of you might know her as kitkittredge and the other girls call her "Mommy" or "Miss J", has been super busy with stuff.
So I guess I'm allowed to take this blog. It should be kinda fun, you know, 'cause I've got a lot of stuff to say. Like how I am really angered by my new school, because I've got to wait until November to start. I'm going to go to Parkington Junior High School, which is connected to the High School. There's too many Grade 8s, so I have to wait until one of them leaves. It's the same school that Nicki, this girl who lives here, goes to. Chrissa, Molly, Kit and Andi all go to River Elementary, and Felicity and Elizabeth go to some prissy academy called "Mount Bedford Academy For Girls" and they take all these snooty lessons and wear all these snooty dresses. But more about them later. First, I guess I'd better tell you about myself.
My name is Delilah Bailey. Since I was born, I've lived with my aunt and uncle, both of whom are travellers and just "go with the wind", as they say. My Mom, who was my uncle's older sister, died in childbirth, and so my uncle and aunt named me, and took me home. They've always given me a choice of what I want to be called. During Elemetary school, I liked the name "Lola", and so I went by that, until I grew out of my "I Want To Be An Actress" phase. When I started middle school two years ago, life kind of changed. First of all, in October of that year, my Aunt announced that she was going to have a baby. The announcement was really shocking to me, because I had always thought that I was like their child, and by having another baby, I felt like they were basically saying "Oh, now that you're all grown-up and in high school, we want a cute kid."
It was at that point in my life that I stopped acting bratty. Like I said, my Aunt and Uncle were big movers, so by the time I started Grade One, I had already been to 4 elementay schools. The longest I ever stayed was 8 months during Grade Three, at a school in Michigan called "Kurtz Elementary". So I had figured that the easiest way to make friends was to act smart and popular, just like my favorite character on T.V., Kate Saunders from Lizzie McGuire. Everyone seemed to like her; except Lizzie, who I didn't like.
So, from Grade One until Grade Five, with every school I went to, I always had an elaborate story: that my parents, both rich heirs, had died tragically on our private airplane. I was the only person left alive from the crash that killed one hundred people, and went to live with my uncle and aunt who made pretty clothes for a living. Another story was that I was forced to leave my last school because the principal was worried the other kids would become jealous of my popularity and wealth.
Surprisingly, it worked. Every school I went to, there was always at least 5 kids who believed me, felt bad for me\ wanted to get free stuff, and followed me everywhere. In Grade Two, there was even a group of girls who would follow me into the bathroom. I told the teacher, who thought they were bullying me. The girls were suspended, and I was gone before they came back.
But when I had started Grade Six, a whoel bunch of things happened. First of all, my uncle and aunt decided that a permanent move to Nowheresville, Middle-of-U.S.A. was the perfect place for me to attend school. So, we moved there two months before the end of Grade Five, and all the way up until last August.
I had earned a small group of friends during the last months of Grade 5. Kimmy, Penny, and Summer were all miniature stereotypical High School popular girls, but were also all dumber than doorknobs, and instantly believed that I was a poor girl who would inherit my parent's vast fortune once I turned 15. All throughout the summer, I practically lived at Kimmy's house, as did the other girls. She not only had a pool, but a trampoline and a smoothie bar. She also had a big room, with a giant closet. I grew very close to the girls, Summer especially. We were "Summer and Lola: Best Friends 4ever"
The last two weeks of August that year, my Uncle and Aunt took me to Washington D.C. We went to the Smithsonian, saw the Monuments, and even went for a road trip to New York. I had recently discovered e-mail, and so the first part of the trip, Summer, Penny, Kimmy and I regularly had 4-way Instant Messaging, talking about things like boys, clothes, and how we would do our hair for the first day of school. But then, I had forgotten about checking my e-mail for the rest of the trip. Instead, I focused on hanging out with my aunt, who I had come to know as a major influence. She and I went shopping, watched movies, talked; she was like a mother to me.
On the first day of school, she took the day off work to help me get ready. I wore a really cute outfit that we had spent all of the day before looking for, and she set waves in my hair, which was my pride and joy; I had grown it since Grade Two, and had grown to the middle of my back. I was so proud of my hair.
But when I got to school that day, and I found Kimmy, Penny and Summer, they ignored me. They laughed and talked about me behind my back. It was just horrible. Then came my Aunt's baby news. I couldn't stand it. Not only had I lost my friends, I had lost my family, too. So I started to try to shut the world out. I stopped doing homework, and started writing in my journal. I wrote really nasty and hurtful stuff about everyone I could think of nightly.
I also threw out all my Britney CD's, and Spice Girl CD's. One night, I remember it was in mid-November, I just got so upset with my life. It had been my first school dance. I had gotten ready all by myself, bought my ticket with my own money, and I even borrowed some of my Aunt's makeup. It was all to impress a 7th grader boy named Matt Stone, who I thought was cute and who I had talked to multiple times in the hallway. I had a crush on him, and, out of silly sixth grader thoughts, was pretty sure he liked me, too. For instance, one day in late October, he had come up to me and said that he really like my long hair. So I was hoping that at that school dance, Matt would ask me to dance. Unfortunately, Kimmy had heard about my crush, and when I went up to ask Matt to dance with me before the slow song had started, I saw Kimmy kissing Matt next to the vending machine. I know that she didn't like him; she was always commenting how stupid he looked in his vintage T-Shirts.
I ran all the way home that night, then stomped up the stairs, and slammed the door fiercly. Sobbing, I pulled open my desk drawer, and pulled out my red scissors. I looked into the mirror, and with two snips, my beautiful, long brown hair was laying on the ground, in a mess. The other kids at school, including Matt, would tease me about my uneven hair for the next three months after that. My hair seemed as if it didn't want to grow back, as if it were against me, too. The worst part about my hair-cutting fiasco, though, was that my aunt and uncle were so busy getting ready for their child that they didn't even notice that I had cut my hair until February. Then I was punished severley, and the three of us argued loudly. I remember that that was the time when I actually got so mad that I told them that I wished their baby would die before being born. And before anything could happen, I ran off to the movie theaters, which had become a place of refuge for me.
The Oak Street Theaters was a small place. It had been open since the 50s, and was supposedly built as a 3-D theater. It was the kind of theater that showed movies that had gone out of theaters a while ago. There was really no kind of authority there: people were free to walk in and out of movies whenever they pleased. That night, ironically, they were showing Juno, a movie about a girl who is pregnant. I'm not saying it's my favorite movie, but I thought that Juno was really sweet, and for the next two weeks that Oak Street theaters played it, I visited every day. Sometimes, I would leave at lunch and skip my study class. Kids would come up with rumors that I went out to drink or smoke or cut myself. I was against those rumors; not only because I never did any of those, but also because I saw those as unfair stereotypes that they shouldn't have been using as negative portrayals.
After Juno had ended its showing in March, I stuck to my bedroom a lot. I also spent a lot of time in the library. It was there where I discovered fantasy novels: Harry Potter, Narnia, you know.
To this day, I love fantasy novels. They aren't just books to me: they are doorways to different lands. I can't read a book like "Twilight", because that isn't set in an alternate universe. It's set somewhere where I feel that I could go and still get bullied by other girls.
Well, I've got to go. This has been fun. I promise I'll update more, cause I want to tell you guys more about me, and about the other girls here.
Yours truly,
Delilah Bailey
P.s:
Book I'm reading: Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets
Song I'm Listening To: "All I Want Is You" from the Juno Soundtrack.
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