Teenage Gypsy

Have you ever been terrified of something, but know that if you show a single person your fear, it'll make it that much worse? I just don't understand why my parents want us to move ... again. I finally got settled here in Sonoma, in all honesty I hate this tiny little town, it's like a prison; but I've made friends at Justin-Siena, it's my home. And once again they want to tear it all up and force me into another awkward first day and all of the tiny battles I must face. Like that first lunch, searching for a familiar face in a sea of strangers, all the while knowing that you will find absolutely no one. Not a single person that can tie you to your old life, a new beginning. I just wish they would stop calling it "an adventure" or "an opportunity for a better life," I like the life I have. I was finally content with living in America again. After living in Singapore for the past four years, I never imagined feeling at home in such a different society, and somehow I found a family here. I know its cliche, but I feel that the people I have met in High School are my family, well, my girls have become my official sisters, I know that they will always we there for me. And my boys, I can't imagine going to school and not seeing their random acts of immaturity every day. It's ridiculous, us moving around so much; I feel like a teenage gypsy. People were meant to have a stable home, and have the people they love stay with them. I simply wish that this once, we could stay somewhere for more than a couple of years, but I suppose that's too much to ask for in the eyes of my parents.