{"id":40993,"date":"2022-12-26T22:00:37","date_gmt":"2022-12-26T22:00:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/?p=40993"},"modified":"2023-01-14T16:59:14","modified_gmt":"2023-01-14T16:59:14","slug":"chloe-and-aiden-life-as-a-new-middle-schooler-book-by-kruti","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/?p=40993","title":{"rendered":"Chloe and Aiden: Life as a New Middle Schooler Book by Kruti!!!"},"content":{"rendered":"

Chloe and Aiden: Life as a New Middle Schooler<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

Chapter 1: Yes, I\u2019m Weird<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Hey, what\u2019s up? My name\u2019s Chloe-Chloe Buckler. And I. Am. Weird. Period. I believe in aliens, ghosts, Bigfoot-all that stuff. Yeah.<\/span><\/p>\n

The point is, I\u2019m weird. I never really fit in at school because, as I said, I\u2019m strange! I\u2019ve always gotten the comment from someone at school every day that I\u2019m \u201cbizarro,\u201d \u201cwacky,\u201d or \u201cfreaky\u201d. It\u2019s not just because of my beliefs; it\u2019s also because of my appearance and personality. I dyed my hair purple and never regretted it. I draw a lot in class, and I\u2019m not very smart. I also wear black, purple, and (sometimes) white clothes a lot, so people view me as \u201cemo\u201d or \u201cgoth\u201d. And my jokes and comments aren\u2019t really humorous at all, so no one laughs. Ever.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

My mom has always thought my personality and weirdness were a phase (I\u2019ve been like this since 2nd grade) and that I\u2019d grow out of it. But guess who\u2019s still here with purple hair, an interest in anime, and phenomenal beliefs? Me, Chloe Buckler! That\u2019s who!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut don\u2019t you ever get lonely?\u201d This is something that SOME people who actually have a heart ask me. But, Nah! I don\u2019t need friends. I\u2019m just fine on my own. Alone without anyone. I\u2019ve always been like that! And look how I turned out! Okay, for some of you, you might be thinking, <\/span>Not fine, that\u2019s what!<\/span><\/i> But trust me, guys, I\u2019m fine. I\u2019m a crippling introvert and have 10% of social anxiety in me. I pretty much like being alone.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh, right! Forgot to tell you guys where I live. I live in Arizona, where it\u2019s pretty sultry and scorching hot. Yay, don\u2019t you just love hot weather? Yeah, I didn’t think so. I go to a school called Brightside Middle School, but even though the teachers are nice, it\u2019s the students that aren\u2019t. If you don\u2019t fit in, people leave you out of the crowd and ignore you when you try to speak to them. But some also might bully you. At the school, fitting in basically means \u201cbeing normal and not odd\u201d. That\u2019s the exact opposite of me. Definitely weird and definitely not \u201cnormal\u201d.<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m a sixth grader at this school, and there are 3 girls that always annoy me and bully me a lot. Wanna know the sad thing? They\u2019re literally always around me. No, seriously! The three girls are in almost all of my classes, are on my bus, and their lockers are next to mine. How unlucky and coincidental is that?<\/span><\/p>\n

And to add to that, my parents are divorced. I live with my mom in Arizona, but my dad left my mom and me when I was 10 years old. I remember the last time my mom and dad argued was on my birthday, and they were talking about me. They argued about my weirdness and how my dad had had enough. He didn\u2019t like how I was and saw I wasn\u2019t going to change. So he left.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But it\u2019s in the past! It\u2019s fine, and now I live with my mom. Life can\u2019t get any worse, right?<\/span><\/p>\n

Chapter 2: Why Do We Have to Move?<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

After school is over, my mom and I hang out in the house and outside during summer break. She also goes to work (she\u2019s an artist) and paints murals at her studio. Then people pay her to buy the murals, and my mom shares some of her profits with the studio.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

One night, my mom makes me my favorite: chips, guacamole, and salsa. I dig in and eat the chips with the guacamole and salsa. Mmm. Delicious!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey, Chloe. Enjoying your chips?\u201d she asks. \u201cYep! They\u2019re so yummy, Mom!\u201d I reply joyfully. \u201cSo, um, I wanted to talk to you about something, and I think you might like to hear it.\u201d Mom continues. \u201cAlright, Mom,\u201d I say. \u201cSo, what\u2019s up?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I know how people are rude and not nice to you at school, and the weather has been a bit unbearable lately. So\u2026I decided.\u201d Mom does a dramatic pause. \u201cWe should move to New York!\u201d My heart sinks. Moving to New York?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

You might think that New York seems like a pretty awesome place to live in. But that\u2019s across the country! Think about it: we\u2019d be going from the southwest to the northeast of the U.S.! Plus, I would kind of miss my teachers.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?? But, Mom, why? I\u2019m doing fine here! I don\u2019t need to move to some dumb city with big, flashy lights and tall buildings that are way too prideful with their structure!\u201d I argue. \u201cOh, come on, Chloe! It\u2019s a change for us, and it might be exciting. Who knows? Maybe you\u2019ll find a new friend!\u201d Mom says, looking at the bright side.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMom! Please, can we not move?\u201d I beg. \u201cOur home taxes are getting harder to pay, sweetie. We\u2019re almost getting to the point where we can\u2019t afford to pay our taxes and basic necessities.\u201d Mom explains. \u201cPlus, you\u2019ve never experienced life in the city. It\u2019ll be a new experience for you.\u201d I open my mouth to argue back, but I start thinking. It <\/span>would <\/span><\/i>be kind of exciting to go to a new place, especially New York. I\u2019ve never even been there, and I\u2019ve never seen what urban life is like. So I hesitate for a few seconds, and then I tell Mom, \u201cOkay. Let\u2019s move to New York.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGreat! And I\u2019ve already found an apartment for us!\u201d she says. We start to talk about other things like her job, and then I go to my room to get ready for bed. I’m thinking about the sudden move to New York. Should we really be doing this? My brain\u2019s telling me, \u201cGo to sleep. Sleep is good medicine for when you\u2019re trying to figure things out.\u201d You\u2019re right, brain. So I go to bed after brushing my teeth and changing into my PJ\u2019s. <\/span>Two months later, before I knew it, we were organizing our stuff in our new apartment in New York. I still can\u2019t believe it\u2019s been two months since my mom told me we were moving. I mean, it\u2019s just so\u2026exciting to move to New York, but at the same time, it makes me feel weird. I don\u2019t really know how to explain it, but if you were in my shoes, you\u2019d understand it better.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

In two days, my first day of school starts. Today is Saturday, so to be prepared, we go shopping for school supplies. I know, I know, we should have gone before. But my mom has been busy lately trying to unpack our moving boxes and with work. It\u2019s just a transition for us. So, yeah! Hehe\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

After we finish shopping, we come back home and just relax. I read a little bit of my favorite book and then go to bed after getting into my pajamas. The next day, I got ready to go to the mall with my mom. My clothes are pretty much too small for me now, so I have to go to get some more. After donating my small clothes, we travel to the mall to get more.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

My mom and I visit Forever 21, Macy\u2019s, JCPenny, and Calvin Klein to find cute clothes for school. I decide to try other colors, like blue, orange, brown, and green. But none of them really suit me, so I stick to my usual wardrobe! We also buy Starbucks-I get a Mango-Dragon Fruit Refresher, and my mom purchases a Strawberry A\u00e7ai. Delicious! After chomping on pizza, we go back home and relax a bit by watching a movie. It\u2019s called <\/span>Stargirl<\/span><\/i>, and it\u2019s about this girl who moves to another state. She is happy with not fitting in with her peers.<\/span><\/p>\n

It seems like I don\u2019t care about others\u2019 comments.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But deep down, I actually do.<\/span><\/p>\n

Chapter 3: New Year, New School<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

This chapter will be continued later in the week. Don\u2019t worry; we\u2019ll be back with more. \ud83d\ude42<\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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