I refuse to be the New Girl

It's like a race against time, and i'm not giving up. Today i had so much to do, or i would my room and have to get a roommate. Last night after i apologize to my mom for giving the "over the phone" silent treatment, i came up with a plan.

Today after all of my classes i knew that i had to go to the back of america and plead for a credit card. Yes i would my credit card for the upcoming payment, yes i am desperate. Of course i didn't get out till 2 today and my "friend" mike wanted me to walk with him to his car so he could put money in the meter.

Mike is weird. I mean he's a walking hypocrite and kind condemes you for something he himself would have done. Though i assume we are buddies on a level he always talks about his dissatification that his real friends aren't going to this college. As if i'm not a good enough friend, i am kind of just a friend filler until the real one's come. Though he changed three of his classes to be in mine, haven't figured out if it is to just cheat off of me yet.

So we are walking downtown, and i notice all these places i may like to actually hang out at one of these days. There was theater that shows indie flicks and there was a Mexican cafe, also interesting. Anyway. I make it to Bank of America and basically sign up for like 3 credit cards. I mean it was a long shot, and risky but the man assured me that i minus well just try. Of course i don't find out for ten days if i get a card, on the tenth day I should get a card or a paper saying i wasn't approved.

He gave me his wife's number to possibly look at some student loans. Which help immensly. He seemed to care and i have to call her later on. I want this room so bad. We moved a lot as a kid. I mean only 4 times in my lifetime, but all times in which i was comfortable with myself and surrounding.

My parents separated when i was 3. It was a rough marriage after i was born and my mom decided that raising my brother and i in the sitauation wasn't good. We left in the dead of night, like bandits, moving to my grandma's house in White plains. Those best times of my life. My grandma, cousin, aunt her infant son, my brother, mom and i, lived in big house on great neighborhood.

We eventually had to move so we moved to another part of Westchester after 7 years in White Plains. This top the previous place, i flourished, i was liked, i had awesome friends. Cliche i know. But i was happy, i felt i belonged. Then my mom got a transfer, being the new had work in Westchester, being the new girl here didn't. And that's why i am stacking my claim, and refusing to be the new girl anymore.

There like a stigma to being the new girl. The new is uncomfortable and awkward and out of place, and if i have to be all of those three i rather be it on my accord. In my own little room, with my tv, easy-mac, and burrito stops.