Pieces of me Written By :Karen Johnson

The new school

Here we go again repeating another cycle le transferring to a new school. I'm really not the friendly convo kind of firl.I like to stand back watch from a distance and observe these twats.I usually know from the first conversation whether or not I want to deal with you or just stay to myself.Most times people as individuals love making assumptions that Aquarius women are nice,shy,easy going,and naive that is all CAP .I am speaking for myself not all women, that is an air sign.I am majority of the time, kind of quiet and tad bit shy, but baby please don't get it twisted, still read you and put you in your place !I can be mean and spiteful ,but I choose not be that person in reference to Lib.At this school the girls were dressed very provocative and like they just didn't have any morals, self respect ,nor dignity it was just sad.The boys act like they didn't have any home training as well! Some parents did not give a damn about how their children acted or dressed long as they took their asses to school and out of their parents' faces.My mother on the otherhand didn't play games with her children .Try her if you wanted to! Our clothes had better been washed,dried,ironed,hung up in the closet ,not one sock was out of place.

Homework was done, was spotless , and the kitchen was cleaned.Our baths were taken and getting ready for bed for school the next day.I ended up making a few acquaintances. I would hardly call them friends.My accent was different from the other kids, and it was the result of me needing speech therapy. I didn't mind it ,I had fun just getting called out of class!

I watched how the girls would try and get the boys' attention by shaking their asses swearing short skirts,shorts,and midriff shirts.The boys would run over and hit them, and they would start laughing. P.E. was cool when it was outdoorsy. I also had a fancy for art class as well as science. My grades were not all that good because I wore glasses, and I was made fun of everyone who wanted to sit next to me to try and cheat off my papers.I was so crazy I would right down the wrong answers on purpose and change them back so I was failing. I started hanging with the wrong crowd and started using profanity and arguing with other girls ,but I still dressed like my age.There were a lot of girls liking other girls .I just kept it moving. Workman Middle School was definitely different than what I was used to.My brother was buying candy and selling it at school in the hallways.