Untouchable

Introductory

    "Not everything that is faced can be changed. But nothing can be changed until it's faced." ~J.B

    My name is Gracie, although who I thought were my friends call me Grace. I'm what some kids may call an artistic girl, but I'm really more of a musical type. I always play my music in secret, because it is the only thing I have really been able to keep to myself. I love all kinds of animals, but I don't own any. My hair is always in a bun, my highest peaks of fashion are T-shirts and the occasional pair of jeans, and the only music I ever listen to is Lana Del Rey on constant repeat. I never wear make up, as it's too expensive, and I do not have a passion to wake hours before my day to cake my face with products that are mostly made with some kinds of chemicals. I am an only child, living with just my mom, as my dad used to leave for years in the forces. The last time he left to work at the forces again after his break was when I was eight, and I haven't heard from him in years. I'm 17 now. I doubt he's ever coming back.
    Things got eerily quiet around my old house. It made me feel empty, and alone. My mom felt the same way, so we decided to move off of the mainland in search of a better life. We live on the South end of Vancouver Island now, where it rains all the time. In my opinion, it's just more depressing than the scorching hot sun, and the never ending flurries of snow.
    She ended up striking luck here. It didn't take mom long to be hired for a new job as a nurse in the General Hospital, or to find someone else who made her happy. She's been doing very well since we moved.
    I guess not everyone can achieve the same outcome through identical situations.
    My ride here has been rough. Mean kids have put me through things I wish I could have just avoided in the first place. They swept me off my feet and dumped me into the ditch. It's taken me a while to be able to climb my way out (at least, with a little bit of help).
    You see, things are different in high school than elementary school or even middle school. There are cliques here. You automatically find your way into your own, and then you're stuck in it. People shouldn't float around from clique to clique. Don't get involved with other cliques, and you won't get hurt.
    These are pointers that I had never been aware of. I wanted to make as many friends as possible in my new school. I needed people to talk with about how the weather is doing, chat about what's new, to complain about assignments together.
    Apparently, that was too big of a bargain.
    I hung with the jocks, the troublemakers, the gangsters, the class clowns, the cheerleaders, the girly girls, the mean girls, and the cool kids, to name a few. The list goes on.
    I should have trusted my instinct and stayed with the one person who made me happy.
    This is my story.

~Gracie