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If there were ever an award for the Most Awkward Teenager, I would’ve won it several times over. Not only was I clumsy and uncoordinated, but also socially challenged and –might as well just say it—not the prettiest girl in the world. In fact, I was a geek. The entire package—bottle-cap glasses, pocket protectors, tucked-in shirts, and a bad haircut. Don’t think I didn’t go unnoticed, either. My geekiness was announced in nearly every stall in every girl’s restroom in the high school I attended, and undoubtedly in the guy’s restroom as well. People stared, pointed, and laughed at me in the hallways, like I was it the main attraction in my own personal freak show. It was practically a suicide attempt every time I went to school, because every day, I wanted to just keel over and die.
It was a problem, to say the least. My parents frowned at me every time I walked out of my room dressed like I did. They would’ve preferred that I emerged from my room in a cheerleading outfit and white Keds, like my older sister, Lucy. Lucy--- my perfect, popular, insanely gorgeous older sister. The cheerleader with an Ivy-League bound future, and a boyfriend to match. The abstinence advocate, the drug-and-alcohol-free beauty…or so they thought. Trusting my sister so much, my parents would never guess that Miss Drug Free was really shooting up with the rest of her senior buddies in the alcove of her best friend, Monica’s spacious house.
Lucy would never dream of leaving behind her stellar life to go live on a farm in the Middle Of Nowhere.
Like I am now.
