Boarding school

In non-spiritual updates, I'm going to have a normal teenage rant today. Number 1 on my list; boarding school. Oh joy.

My parents spend their lives travelling around for work, so when I had to start school, Mom decided it would be easiest on all of us to send me to a boarding school. Haha, Mom, yeah right. I started off going to a school in Colorado, which is where I was born and bred. I hated it. The other kids there were mostly stuck-up little brats, which I really have never been. The girls bullied me because I didn't care about make-up and their little gossip fights, and because I spent my spare time reading history books and encyclopaedias, instead of Prissy Miss girly books. I did make one good friend there, but I complained to Mom about it so much that eventually she agreed to send me to an all-girls school in the Midlands for a year to see how it went. It was the best decision anyone ever made for me. I might have been the odd one out because of my accent, but I was universally liked and everything went really well while I was there. The teachers had heaps of fun teaching me British spelling and arguing with me about it. :P I made two of my best friends there, and I had an all-round great time, but sadly, the school only went up to the beginning of high school. After that, my parents decided that they were going to move to Australia, and they enrolled me in the grammar school where we live (also all-girls), so that they could still be near me when they weren't jetsetting around the world. I started there last year, prepared for a school as bad as the one in Colorado. What I got was not what I expected. It was worse. I've become a serious recluse since I started there, because everyone pretty much hates me.

This Christmas just gone, I also met up with my friend from Colorado, who I really miss being able to hug every day at the beginning of school (though the teachers hated it). When he and I were back together again, we fell for each other completely. He's so sweet. He really cares about me, and I think he's the best thing since sliced bread. Him and his twin sister are going to come back again in the fall, and I already can't wait. :D She and I are good friends too. Problem is, though, there's so much pressure on the whole thing of having a boyfriend at the school where I am now. I don't want people to know that I'm in love with someone back home, because it'll mark me out even more as the American freak. They're all going to be trying to get me in bed with someone who I've barely met. I don't know what to do, since all the girls there are complete bitches, I swear. It's such a big dilemma. For now, I'll just try and enjoy the rest of break, and steel myself for the idiots in my dorm when the time comes closer. :P