Adri
By: Rio
I’m
Adri and I’m 13. I’m a student of Underwood Academy; most people don’t know
that Underwood exists. Don’t really know why. Back before I transferred, I was
getting bullied a lot. I cut myself; I stayed in a smaller room—so small that
you could only fit a small table and my bed and maybe a stack of blue crates
for my clothes. It didn’t have a closet. I applied for Underwood without my
parents knowing. Why? Because they’re already worried about me as it is. I wish
I could tell them what’s on my mind…That I wanted a bigger room. That I wanted
to decorate it the way that I want; I wish I could tell them that I’m
interested in photography and DJing. I wish I could tell them that I want to
write. I journal a lot and have no friends. I hang out with the Barton and
Stark twins, but they’re closer knit. I wish I could get my mom to stop hurting…
I wish I could just hug her and tell her that I’ll be okay…
I’m not
skinny, but I’m not overly heavy either. I have a bit of a belly. But since I
started going to Underwood, I don’t have that belly anymore. I’ve lost at least
10 pounds while I was there. I have circles under my eyes and I’m ready for a
breakdown. When I saw my new room, I just snapped. I couldn’t believe they
changed it without me knowing! I wanted to do it. I wanted to decorate it. I
wanted to do it all by myself. I wanted to take something and call it my own.
But I guess they wouldn’t know that since I keep to myself and I’m quiet. I
prefer to observe people. I speak when spoken too. When I’m alone with Oscar,
my twin, I’m happy and laughing and joking around.
A few
of Aunt Sam and Uncle Mark’s kids went to Underwood. Their one daughter, Lili,
went from 6th grade until 12th. Lili is super smart and
she even said Underwood was a challenge for her. I’m struggling. I’m struggling
to keep my solid A/B average. I keep thinking that maybe I should’ve applied
for Redwood Academy instead. Maybe I’m not ready for Underwood. Aunt Sam did
warn me that Underwood was a more challenging of a school. I hate to disappoint
people, so I always try and try. I put others before me, their needs before
mine.
I do
love my parents—I just don’t say it because they already know. I push them away
because I don’t want them to worry about me. I don’t like to be touched (Unless
it’s certain people). I don’t like drama. But, if I did go to Redwood, I’d have
to live at home… The ranch is an awesome place. I love it there. Everybody’s
funny and caring and nice… I don’t know why I chose to have the smaller room.
Aunt Sam it was meant to be a storage room and now I see why. I yearn for
something bigger… I yearn for that bigger room for the DJing equipment I wanted
to ask for my birthday. I didn’t ask for anything, even though I had a list of what
I wanted… I wish I could tell my parents that I can play the guitar, drums, and
keyboard. I wish I could tell them that I really love DJing. That I love learning
how; I wish I could tell them that I’m a sport’s junky. I wish I could tell
them I love to skateboard. I wish I could tell them that I love to read.
With
the weight I lost at Underwood, I have to get new clothes. I can fit into a
size 12 from a size 15. I don’t look anorexic, either. My roommate at Underwood
is kind of like me. We get along and have laughs and hang out whenever we have
the time. She’s also on a trial run and she’s pulling all A’s. Am I not smart
enough? I study my butt off—I guess people learn at different paces. I wish I
could tell them my favorite color is a silverish blue.
I know
my parents love me. I know that my older sister and my twin love me… I talk
with Aunt Sam a lot—I guess it’s different talking with an aunt rather than
your own mother because well…She’s your mom. I love Aunt Sam. She’s funny to be
around; she cares about you; what I love the most about her is that she’s not
afraid to tell you her thoughts or if she’ll give you advice, she’ll tell it to
you straight. She always says, “The truth hurts, get over it.” I don’t want to
feel like a charity case or where people have to pity me and feel like they
need to hang with me. I want them to want to hang out with me…
I love
my mother, too. She knits a lot… I know she would do anything for me… My mom’s
a mutant with a tail. I think she cut mine off or I just wasn’t born with one.
I liked pulling on it when I was a baby…
I guess
I don’t have anything else left to say. But if I do, it’s a lot.
Adri
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