Hi Rarities!
Here is a little bit of information about me. Emma interviewed me over the phone and made this summary of my life and put it into my perspective. Enjoy!
Hey Rarities, I'm back to tell you more! This morning I told you a little bit about myself, so now, this evening, I'd love to tell you more.
Like I said, I was born in Augusta, Maine, moved to Manhattan, and then moved to New York City. I'd like to tell about my adventures in between.
I was born on a Tuesday in March 11 years back in Augusta. We moved to Manhattan when I was four months old. As a baby/toddler, my favorite word to say was "doggy" and "kitty", because I had a yorkshire terrier named New Yorkie, and an orange tabby named Mango. New Yorkie is actually sitting next to me while I write this, and Mango is outside, probably hunting for mice or birds. Continuing, we lived in Manhattan for eight years and eight months, and during that time, I made three best friends, Lola, Willow, and Colette. We went through kindergarten, first grade, second grade, third grade, and half of fourth grade together. When my parents told me we were moving to New York City, I was devastated even though it's only 30 minutes away from Manhattan. It meant I would have to go to a new school and live in a new house. To make things even worse, Mango died which left me ultimately depressed. These moments were what I now call my Dark Ages.
The moment I stepped foot into our New York City home, I was even more upset. It was a shabby-looking, old Victorian home. It was so difficult to heat and cool, I though I might as well live in our backyard. When my parents showed me my room, I felt a little bit happier. It was spacious and cute, with little white lace curtains at each of the three windows. One of the three windows was a bay window, with little white pillows on the seat of it. Soon I found myself organizing my clothes in my large walk-in closet, and setting up my white vanity, white desk, and positioning my white beanbag. Everything went together perfectly, the walls, the curtains, the bay window pillows, my vanity, my desk, my beanbag, my canopy bed, my canopy bed drapes, my bedding, and my cabinet. It was because they were all white and it went together so well. But I soon thought it was plain, so I added baby blue pillows to my bed and my bay window, and painted two of the walls opposite of each other baby blue. Then I was set.
School was interesting. I entered and was surrounded by people who just looked at me, and then turned around and continued talking to their friends. I felt like an outsider, and became extremely shy. I couldn't even talk to someone without blushing or stumbling on words. I went through the rest of fourth grade with a book as my best friend. But when I was in fifth grade, I met Arabella.
Arabella was a popular, extroverted girl who seemed to know everyone in the whole school. She was daring and bubbly, and cool. She dressed cool, her hair was cool, what she did was cool, everything about her was cool. I thought that she would never speak to me, like ever, but one day, while I was sitting on my usual bench under the willow tree, she came up to me and said, "Hey, my name's Arabella. What's yours?" Of course, I just stared at her blank-minded, not knowing what to say. I kept my mouth shut for like ten seconds until I finally managed to say, "A-Alexa." She then said, "Cool. We both have names that start with an A. Want to hang out?" I was mortified that I would say something stupid, but for some reason, her face gave my confidence, and I said, "Yeah, sure," and I got up, threw my book under the bench in the dirt (it was just some lame, boring book- I didn't care what happened to it) and went with her to play tetherball. As the years went by, we hung out every single day except for our days off, May 8th and October 23rd, and she told me all about Brandy Melville and a place called Gregorvatch, a name she made up for a small plum orchard where the defined cool kids hang out, so we went to Gregorvatch in our matching Brandy Melville skirts and tops and grabbed milkshakes on the way there (I got chocolate and she got vanilla). We'd sit on the picnic bench under the biggest plum tree and sip our milkshakes and discuss topics that only we can laugh at. After fifth grade, we both went to the same middle school, so now I'm in 6th grade and we're still going to Gregorvatch every Saturday. She was depressed to hear that I'll be temporarily moving to London in mid-November, but she said I'm forgiven because she can hang out with the Pep Squad, A.K.A. some of the other kids like her, extroverted and peppy.
So, that's my life so far.
Here is a little bit of information about me. Emma interviewed me over the phone and made this summary of my life and put it into my perspective. Enjoy!
Hey Rarities, I'm back to tell you more! This morning I told you a little bit about myself, so now, this evening, I'd love to tell you more.
Like I said, I was born in Augusta, Maine, moved to Manhattan, and then moved to New York City. I'd like to tell about my adventures in between.
I was born on a Tuesday in March 11 years back in Augusta. We moved to Manhattan when I was four months old. As a baby/toddler, my favorite word to say was "doggy" and "kitty", because I had a yorkshire terrier named New Yorkie, and an orange tabby named Mango. New Yorkie is actually sitting next to me while I write this, and Mango is outside, probably hunting for mice or birds. Continuing, we lived in Manhattan for eight years and eight months, and during that time, I made three best friends, Lola, Willow, and Colette. We went through kindergarten, first grade, second grade, third grade, and half of fourth grade together. When my parents told me we were moving to New York City, I was devastated even though it's only 30 minutes away from Manhattan. It meant I would have to go to a new school and live in a new house. To make things even worse, Mango died which left me ultimately depressed. These moments were what I now call my Dark Ages.
The moment I stepped foot into our New York City home, I was even more upset. It was a shabby-looking, old Victorian home. It was so difficult to heat and cool, I though I might as well live in our backyard. When my parents showed me my room, I felt a little bit happier. It was spacious and cute, with little white lace curtains at each of the three windows. One of the three windows was a bay window, with little white pillows on the seat of it. Soon I found myself organizing my clothes in my large walk-in closet, and setting up my white vanity, white desk, and positioning my white beanbag. Everything went together perfectly, the walls, the curtains, the bay window pillows, my vanity, my desk, my beanbag, my canopy bed, my canopy bed drapes, my bedding, and my cabinet. It was because they were all white and it went together so well. But I soon thought it was plain, so I added baby blue pillows to my bed and my bay window, and painted two of the walls opposite of each other baby blue. Then I was set.
School was interesting. I entered and was surrounded by people who just looked at me, and then turned around and continued talking to their friends. I felt like an outsider, and became extremely shy. I couldn't even talk to someone without blushing or stumbling on words. I went through the rest of fourth grade with a book as my best friend. But when I was in fifth grade, I met Arabella.
Arabella was a popular, extroverted girl who seemed to know everyone in the whole school. She was daring and bubbly, and cool. She dressed cool, her hair was cool, what she did was cool, everything about her was cool. I thought that she would never speak to me, like ever, but one day, while I was sitting on my usual bench under the willow tree, she came up to me and said, "Hey, my name's Arabella. What's yours?" Of course, I just stared at her blank-minded, not knowing what to say. I kept my mouth shut for like ten seconds until I finally managed to say, "A-Alexa." She then said, "Cool. We both have names that start with an A. Want to hang out?" I was mortified that I would say something stupid, but for some reason, her face gave my confidence, and I said, "Yeah, sure," and I got up, threw my book under the bench in the dirt (it was just some lame, boring book- I didn't care what happened to it) and went with her to play tetherball. As the years went by, we hung out every single day except for our days off, May 8th and October 23rd, and she told me all about Brandy Melville and a place called Gregorvatch, a name she made up for a small plum orchard where the defined cool kids hang out, so we went to Gregorvatch in our matching Brandy Melville skirts and tops and grabbed milkshakes on the way there (I got chocolate and she got vanilla). We'd sit on the picnic bench under the biggest plum tree and sip our milkshakes and discuss topics that only we can laugh at. After fifth grade, we both went to the same middle school, so now I'm in 6th grade and we're still going to Gregorvatch every Saturday. She was depressed to hear that I'll be temporarily moving to London in mid-November, but she said I'm forgiven because she can hang out with the Pep Squad, A.K.A. some of the other kids like her, extroverted and peppy.
So, that's my life so far.