So you have obviously clicked on my story and I have a feeling you are going to read it. Well, so hear we go.

But, first things first, I changed about everyone's names in here so they could not identify me and you cannot identify them. K? Cause I don't want some random people knowing who I am.

So, my name is Megan (not really, but close enough) and this is my story of my messed up seventh grade year.

So, let me tell you a little bit about myself. I was born in October. When I was born, my dad (let's call him Jimmy) already had four daughters with my step mom but they were temporarily broken up. So thus, he met my mom and I was born.

My mom and dad soon broke up afterwards.

But, my mom (Heather) already a boy (my older brother named Jaxton) when I was born. Jaxton's dad ran out on him when he was just a baby.

And then a few years later, my mom married a man named Justin and then they had my little sister named Kaylee. Confused yet? I have four sisters (in order from oldest to youngest: Mandy, Sarah, Dakota, and Tori) on my dad's side and a brother and a sister on my mom's side. So, six half siblings in all. Yes you heard me; they are all half siblings since I don't share the same mom and dad with anyone of them.

So, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, I grew up and when I was seven, we moved to Iowa. That's where I met my best friend Shelia. Then five years later we moved back to where we are now (I'm not going to tell you where).

So when we did move back, I came back and school was already two months in. So, I had to become the shiny new toy all over AGAIN! It can get annoying. You know the part where everyone wants to be your friend and they won't give you any space? And you can't find your classes (the worst part)! Well, I guess being the new girl does have it perks, like all the guys fawn over you: again, the shiny new toy. Out with the old, in with the new is how one jerk put it.

Also if I hadn't become the new kid, I wouldn't have met Brant.

Brant is some boy who volunteered to take me to my classes when I first showed up. He has brownish-hazel eyes, attractive tan skin, and brown hair. He was really sweet, until all those times he said he wanted to go out with me and then later on thought "Uh, why don't I go date someone besides Megan?" Then, out of no where, you would date some other girl, and then break up with her. This cycle went on several times. I want to date you, yada, yada, yada.

But, like an idiot, I fell for it every time. I never ever dated him.

Anyways, back to the beginning of starting at the new school. I soon met Tyson. Tyson has muted green eyes, short light brown hair, and is taller than me by about 3-5 inches. Tyson recognized me from P.E. He started sitting with me at lunch a about a week and a half later, he asked me out. You all know how middle school relationships work right? You sit with each other at lunch, you hold hands, and you hug each other…that's about it. Unless you're one of those people who just dates someone to brag about the fact that you are. Sometimes with those kinds of relationships, you don't even talk to each other. But Tyson and I did the first one.

But the day before he asked me out, I met his old friend Mara. Mara has short dark brown hair that is almost completely black (this has always boggled me since her mom has bright, natural red hair), she has chocolate brown eyes and is just about an inch taller than me. And get this, they may be all taller than me, but I am older than both of them. Tyson by three days and Mara by two months.

Mara and Tyson were friends in fifth grade, but when they started middle school, they kinda drifted from each other. I was apparently the glue that bonded them back together.

Anyways, we call ourselves the "three best friends". I can't lie; we stole that from the hangover. Along with the little song Zach Galifianakis sang in the movie. You know, "We're the three best friends that anyone can have."

But as we went deeper into the year, Brant became a good friend of Tyson and I saw him a lot more. I will admit this was a very happy thing to me…until all the heart breaks but still.

Remember how I saw I dated Tyson? Well, soon, we broke up when I believed the lies that his jealous ex-girlfriends fed to me my third week of school. How was I supposed to know they were lying? Anyway, and then we dated again, broke up, dated again, broke up, dated again, broke up. So if you tally it up, we dated a total of four times.

I know all of you older people reading this are thinking "What kind of idiot kid dates some boy four times?"

If you are thinking this, believe me, we are on the same page. But I was young and naïve. Well, that's what I think to myself when I think about sixth grade.

Well, that should be enough for you to get started. Here we go…