evidence of my defeat, gathered myself and faced sixmonths of alienation. Now is my chance to try again. I will prove that I amworthy of kindness. I am trying to think positively, to relaxand "become one with the Earth" as Mira says, but insidemy heart is beating a mile a minute and I am worryingabout countless things. What if they don't like me? What if I get laughed at again like last time? Will I be able to makea friend? One last question tugged at me until I allowed itto have free reign in my head.
Will I get a boyfriend?
I'msixteen and I haven't ever been kissed by a boy, nevermindasked out. I must admit my self confidence if ranked from aone-to-ten would have to be a 4; but that's to be expected.Besides, first and foremost I am here to excel in myacademics, and learn to appreciate school again, somethingthat has eluded me since I was in the 8th grade, since before the accident..."Olive colored silk, Mel. And grey dress pants. Not tomention your leather boots. You were made for this outfit."She said assuredly.I inhaled deeply. "I hope so." The silk blouse clung toevery bend of my body. It felt snug but not uncomfortablyso; almost as though someone had slipped a glove over myupper half. The pants were a bit looser and easier to movearound in, which is a plus. I feel like myself, my complex,odd, quirky self, which comforts me. Miranda glanced ather wristwatch, for she said, "Melinda, it's time."The drive to my new high school went expeditiously. Ithought it would drag on till the end of enternity but luckilyfor me it did not. There weren't even any bumps in theroad; the ride was smooth and even the entire way. This is agood sign, I said to myself. I broke the silence as the car pulled up to the front of the school."I think I'll go in myself. I've been doing better lately,I'm sure you can agree with that. I love you." I gave mysister a quick peck on the cheek and embraced her."You are probably right.. For some reason this time, thisschool, I feel as though things are good.. But more thanever I feel like the mama bird saying goodbye to her baby bird.""You are the best sister I could ever ask for. I don'tknow what I would do without you." I said. I felt a warm,wet droplet fall onto my bare shoulder."Oh, I'm sorry. Clumsy clumsy me, getting all tearyeyed. Good luck, Mel.""Thank you, really."