When cats were kittens

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A fifth grade girl steps out of her car to view her new elementary school. She is short and stout. She has chubby cheeks and is wearing a black and sparkly pink shirt with brown hair combed all the way to the right. She was punk rock with more to love and she was me.

At this moment in my life, I know as much as I'll ever know and what I know is that society is trying to clamp our wings! Fight the power man!
I also know that this new school is gonna love me. I wasn't loved that much in my old school but that wasn't exactly my fault, I was a dumb kid, but now at age 10 standing at '4,8' and 98 pounds, I am at my prime.

My mom dropped me off at the front door. The first thing I noticed was that the kids here were rich. Like an iPhone for their first phone at 4th grade rich and they don't think anything of it. My family and I did not share that with them but I didn't let that stop me.

Walking to the front door like I'm a boss, I say my name and was ready to kick ass. The lady there smiles at me and walks me to my class. Now this may not seem like much to you but when you think about it, this is a small suburban town with rich kids that have known each other since birth. And here I am, walking with a school secretary in front of kids talking about their summer and pointing at the rotund sparkly punk girl. And the best part is that my class was at the end of the hallway.
Not gonna lie! It did put a damper on my swag but nothing was gonna stop me from my goal. My goal was to leave with at least three friends. 

"Okay welcome students! My name is Ms.White and I will be your teacher for this year! Now I know you all know most of each other but we do have a new student so I planned a crossword with all your names in it and you will need to find the names and list at least two things that everyone likes! At the end, we will learn a little about each other and play a game!" The woman standing before me was about a 30 year old woman who dressed like she was in colonial times. She wore a turtleneck and a skirt down to her ankles but hey! Crosswords? Games? Sounds like a walk in the park so I wasn't exactly complaining about the way she dresses.

We sat on the carpet and worked on the paper. Most kids worked In groups and I worked alone close to the center but not exactly in.

"Jezebel? Who's that?" A boy in basketball shorts stood up and yelled out. Every one looked around and their eyes landed on me. I took this as my cue to stand up and introduce myself.

"Hi.. Um my name's Jezebel.. But I go by Jizz" well that was unexpected but ya know what? New year new me! Nobody needs to know what my real name is and Jizz sounds like a bomb.com name, am I right? My teacher didn't seem to have the same enthusiasm as me, I don't know why but at that moment, she went to her desk to lie down and I knew this was going to be a fun year with her.

"Jizz, what are two things you like?" The same kid mumbled while he looked at the ground.  I suddenly didn't like this kid.

My confidence drained out of me and I wish it took me with it.
"I .. Liiiiike... Death metal music aaaaaand dogs." Shoot! That's what I forgot to do! Think of stuff to say! Now people think I'm a softy who listens to good music.
At this point, Ms.White was feeling better and chimed in.
"Okay! Let's have someone else go now! Cece?"

A small skinny girl who was sitting with only one other girl stood up and shook a little as she spoke. She reminded me of a chihuahua with her sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. Her hair was cut short and barrettes kept her hair out of her eyes. Her fists were clenched by her said as she said tensely.
"Hello, my name is Cece and I like tigers and iCarly." And I swear to god I couldn't control myself and I burst out "oh my god I love that show!" She looked at me, first like I was a freak, then she half smiled like she was afraid of me. The girl next to her stood up and smiled to everyone with a huge grin.
She was wearing a bright blue sweater and leggings with stars on them.
"Hi everyone! My name is Eva! I love my dog Maxy and my cat Ginger! Although my cat doesn't really like me but haha that's okay! Look right here!" She pointed to a scratch on her arm. "That's a LOVE scratch from ginger! It's her way of saying I love you!" Something about her made me laugh and feel warm inside. After she pointed out the scratch, a boy close to the back with greasy brown hair down to his eyes laughed and punched his friend, a blonde boy with hair also down to his eyes.
The boy with brown hair stoop up and introduced himself.
"Hi, I'm mike and I like cats and loud noises." All the boys laughed at his likes. I don't know why! It wasn't even funny though. I rolled my eyes to myself and mike saw this and looked at me questioningly.  I shrugged and listened to the blonde boy say his name, which was Brian and say he liked guitars and video games.

Various boys and girls introduced themselves but I wasn't paying attention. The bell had rung and it was time for lunch so I pulled out my lunchbox and walked alone.

The lunchroom was a scary place. Tables with only 6 chairs at each one and we shared the room with the fourth graders. I looked around, waiting for someone to shoot me but instead, I saw Cece wave me over to a table. Relief filled me as I went to sit with her and a boy who wasn't in our class.
"Hi jizz! I like your name! This is carter! He's kinda my best friend but with some time I'm sure you can be a best friend too!" I stepped back and laughed a little, kinda nervous. Carter laughed and patted Cece on the head.
"Calm down kid. Hey jizz it's nice to meet you. Welcome to Menson. Warning, at recess we play zombie apocalypse and if you are tagged, you're a zombie!"  I laughed and took a bite out of my sandwich.

"That sounds fun! But I'm already dead."  Weird looks all around and then Cece burst out laughing and Carter looked confused at both of us.

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I am currently wearing a giraffe onesie

Hey this is Kansas! I'm not gonna lie... This was my first day of 3rd grade... Aaand the only difference is that my name is not Jezebell so I didn't go by jizz but I did actually walk with a teacher to class and I did have a crossword  thing where I met my friends! This story is completely real!!

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