Day 1: Ugh, I'm Officially Angie
So, my parents just told me the news. I'm "Angie" now. Like, "Angie the Angel." Apparently, they think it's a cute and "unique" name. I'm so embarrassed. I'm not some fluffy, sparkly angel, I'm just me. I'm Angie, the kid with the messy hair and the weird sense of humor. But no, it's gotta be "Angie the Angel." Seriously?
Mom says it's a "fresh start." Like, I need a fresh start. I just switched schools, and let me tell you, things are not going well. I haven't made any friends yet. And everyone seems to already have their own groups. It's like a giant, awkward social experiment that I'm totally failing.
I tried talking to this girl, Chloe, at lunch. She was wearing this really cute dress, and I complimented her on it. She just stared at me like I had three heads. Then she muttered something about "freaks" and walked away. Nice.
Maybe "Angie the Angel" is a good thing. Maybe it's my ticket to getting everyone to like me. Maybe they'll finally see me for the perfect, angelic being I truly am. Except, I'm not. And I'm pretty sure I'm failing at this whole "fresh start" thing.
Day 5: My Angel Wings Are Faded
I tried the "Angie the Angel" thing. I helped this old lady cross the street. I picked up trash in the park. I even held the door open for this guy, who then looked at me like I was crazy. I'm starting to think this whole "angel" thing is more of a curse than a blessing.
My classmates are still giving me the side eye. They're probably thinking, "Look at that weirdo, trying to be all good and stuff." I just want to fit in. I just want to be normal. Maybe I'm too weird for "normal." Maybe I'm just not meant to be an angel. Maybe I'm just meant to be… Angie.
Day 10: A Little Bit of Hope
Today was actually a good day. I was sitting at lunch, feeling completely miserable, when this girl, Sarah, sat down next to me. We talked for a while, and it turns out she's actually pretty cool. She's got this quirky sense of humor, and she's into the same kind of music I am. She even knows about this awesome band that's playing at the local club next week. Maybe I'm starting to make some progress. Maybe this whole "fresh start" thing isn't so bad after all.
Day 15: The Real Me
It's been two weeks, and I'm starting to feel like myself again. I'm not "Angie the Angel" anymore. I'm just Angie. And you know what? That's okay. I'm a little bit weird, and I'm a little bit messy, but that's what makes me, me.
I'm still not totally sure about this new school, but I'm making friends, and I'm finding my place. I even got invited to the concert with Sarah. It's going to be awesome. I can't wait.
Maybe I'll even wear my angel wings to the concert. Just kidding (… maybe).
To be continued...