The Trials of Friendship

So our school decided to have an athletic intermural in the form of giant soccer the other day. Now normally I like soccer, but This was just crazy. First of all I was one of three girls who played, secondly my team was the smallest, and sixth and lastly I think I may have made us loose. But it was just a game, who cares right? Well I do, kus it seems that every time I play a team sport I end up doing something stupid that makes us loose. And I absolutely hate it!!! That's why I don't play team sports, kus I feel like I always let my team down. But hey that's life, I could always do tennis or polo.

I was also painfully reminded of how schizoid and schizotypal I am. My two best friends from church, Joli* and Ace*, and I were out walk'in around town when we came to this grave yard. Now being a freak-a-zoid I was inclined to walk through the graveyard, but the two of them would have none of it. So I split from them, and instead of taking the long way around, I went through the graveyard. Once I began to take my first steps down the path something clicked in me. All day I had been acting normally, or as normally as I possibly could, trying to fit in and what not, but as I walked down that path the real me came to light. Thoughts that only I would think flooded my head filling it with tales about ghosts, questions about the deceased people below me, and possible names to use in future stories. But soon I came to the end of the graveyard, and back to reality as I met up with Joli and Ace again. Fear filled me, or at least I think it was fear, I wanted to run home, get away from everyone, be alone and indifferent. But I couldn't, I had to put on a happy face and continue on. Emotions swirled about in my chest, till I couldn't tell if I was indifferent or angry or sad. So like the coward I am I made up some excuse and ran home.
I really don't know why I reacted the way I did, but I think it may have something to do with my childhood. As a kid I had a hard time keeping friends. It wasn't like I was a weird-o or jerk or something(I hope), I just got moved around alot. In forth grade I switched schools, in fifth grade I switched campuses, in sixth grade my best friends left, in seventh grade my new best friend left, in tenth grade another friend left, and next year my good friend who has been with me since fifth grade is leaving. So I'm all alone once again. But because of this I am hesitant to make new friends, I mean why make friends in high school? You'll only be with them a year or two. After that they just float away and you never see them. So why make friends, just to end up dealing with the hurt of them leaving.
Well I would love to stay and chat, but since there is no one here, and I have homework.
See ya later Alligator,
Jonesy

*these names have been changed because I don't think my friends would appreciated me use'in there real names on the internet.

Hello Nobody,

Hello, and welcome to my blog. I know that while I know that no one is reading this, I would like to inform that nobody of the events that plague my life through this blog. You see I, Annessa Jones(sometimes AJ, sometimes Jonesy, but never Annie-Joe), am a freak-a-zoid. I mean really I am. I'm a tenth grader and I have virtually no friends, mediocre grades, and not much to look forwards too. My family life is great and all, but it's not really worth it. But back to being a freak.

It all started when I was born. You see unlike my parents and my two sisters, all bearing dark brow hair, I was born with bright red hair, my own little strawberry patch. Along with It came the whole nine yards of being a ginger; freckles, pale skin, and the inability to tan. But who am I to complain, I personally love my hair even if it is constantly changing color and doesn't match my eyebrows.

After that more and more "problems" began to make themselves known. I could speak fluently at nine months (that before I could walk for the guys out there who don't know what I'm talking about) and was a little eccentric ball of curiosity fire most of my childhood. Now I have little friends, sit alone most classes, and look like a guy 'kuz I dress strange and cut my hair real short. I've never been kissed, or had a boyfriend for that matter, but in total honesty I am happy with my life. Sure it could be better, but I know it will never get to where I want it so why bother?

Altogether I'm just your typical average freak-a-zoid, complete with a strawberry patch for hair, and Edward Cullen eye brows who lives in her own little fantasy world too much of the time and who would do anything to go on a real adventure.

From your friendly neighborhood freak-a-zoid,
~Annessa Jones