I am not a military brat, but hey, I might as well be. I’m only fourteen years old, and yet I’ve moved about twelve times in my life. Even though my parents told me two months that I was moving from Mexico to Beverly Hills, and even though we are actually in California right now, I am still a little bit in denial. In total honesty, I wasn’t really looking forward to moving to Rich-Kids’-Party-Palace when I first found out, but my parents have always sacrificed everything for my education, so I might as well just smile, study, and be happy. On the plus side, I’ve never lived anywhere for more than four years, so, hey, at least I still get to continue on that legacy until I’m 21. It’s a little hard to explain my family’s situation, but the one thing I’m really worried about is money. The only reason we’re living in Beverly Hills is because of the schools, and since my dad is still debating on whether or not we should live with the little money we got, or if he should fly back to Mexico where they will either force him to work and live there for a year or give him a slightly higher pay than the one we have now, it seems to me that I should be very grateful for what we have. To me the choice is obvious, I don’t care how much money we have or the size of our apartment, and I can see that neither does my sister, but my parents are worried, really worried. I over hear their conversations at night talking about how we might not even be able to find a place to live in, and I know this means that my dad might have to leave. So, in my efforts to make this situation better I have tried to actually become a studious person, so as if the pressure of starting high school at a new place, which happens to be called the ever-so-famous Beverly Hills High School, wasn’t frightening enough, my parents have actually taken on the habit of calling me their “last hope”. Well, is it my fault that my brother decided to be an artist and that my sister is going to a community college? I would seriously hope not. Despite all of that, I, like the true geek I am, have dedicated my summer to distracting myself from all of that by working on my coding, namely JavaScript; watching lame TV shows that give me crazy ideas like, I don’t know, starting a blog; reading “mature” books that my parents find more suitable than the usual YA novels; being forced to knit something that has taken me over two years to do (and something that I still have to finish); going on Khan Academy like a crazy maniac; trying to find cool, new music like the hipster I am; and strangely missing my balloons and pump (yes, I am a balloon artist, and yes, I just called myself a balloon artist, but hey, at least I own it!) So even though I am pretty scared of what’s to come, if I try to relax, I’m actually kind of happy we left.
– The Inconclusive Anomaly
