Introduction

I hate moving. This will be my 6th time moving. You see this will be my mother's 5th marriage that she will be ending. Geez what a tramp! And everytime mom gets a divorce, we always move. It sucks! You see, I'm not the greatest at making friends. Not because I have social problems like my perfect older sister Gwen thinks, it's because I'm shy and people think I'm strange. So what if I'm a bit emo, that doesn't mean that I'm strange. Can you blame me for being emo?? I don't even know who my real dad is, my mom never listens to us, and Gwen is just too opinionated. That doesn't give you the right to make fun of me. I don't cut myself though...ew. But I just were purple pink and black a lot, listen to punk music, wear converse up to my knees, and wear a lot of black eyeliner. But, that's just me. Delanie McQue. Or as kids in my class call me Delanie McPuke. Well, unfourtunelty i have to say goodbye again to me old home. Now as I walk into our car, holding my black cat Josie, I get the slightest feeling that this time, things will get better.