I didn’t think I’d be writing again so soon, especially with the amount of 9th grade homework that they’ve piled on already in one week, but I need some…something I don’t know what. It’s hard to describe, but I feel like things are changing and I’m scared.
Before you start lecturing me as Professor Dad did, “Katherine, change is an inevitable part of life that we need to accept,” I want to clarify. I get that 9th grade is a year of changes. New school, new kids, new level of homework torture. I also understand that I dislike change. It is unpredictable and scary. I would rather things stay semi-miserable but certain.
Except for puberty. That change I would welcome, because I’m fourteen and I seem to be behind. Bridget (my best friend, remember?) is already tall with certain
body parts features curves assets that boys find appealing. Not that I’m totally boy-crazy but I just don’t like feeling like I’m still a child.
Back to the changing, though. I feel like there is something changing inside of me, or maybe it’s something in the air, hovering near by, that will change me. Like I said, it’s hard to describe…and unpredictable and scary. Although maybe not completely scary this time, and that is also a change. I feel a tinge of excitement around the edges that gives me goosebumps. The fun kind you get while riding a roller coaster or you get walking through a spooky house on Halloween. Thrilling.
Speaking of Halloween, which also happens to be two weeks after my 15th Birthday, I need help picking out a costume. I know I shouldn’t already by obsessing, it’s over a month away, but all the stores are already advertising. Like they advertise “Back to School” in the middle of the summer. For my Birthday, I would like a decidedly female figure, the bullying to be over, and any change that is going to happen to be finished quickly.
Is that too much to ask?
I miss you,