Part 3 (first 2 parts below)

I fell into an uneasy sleep, strange dreams floated in and out of my head. First I dreamed that my mom flew down to see me and started screaming at me for leaving her. Then I dreamed I wen't back to Seattle and Vikki and Emily decided they hated me and hung out with all the popular people at school. They laughed at me in the lunchroom and halways. Then I dreamed that my dad came into my room yelling "The chickens are loose! The chickens are loose!" and when I looked out the window hundreds of thousands of chickens had overrun the yard...

I woke up the next morning not terribly well rested. The sun was streaming in through the thin curtains on my window. I squinted and got up. My matress squeaked and groaned as I got up. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and walked downstairs. My dad was cooking banana pancakes on the stove.

"Morning." he said. "I'm making pancakes for you, I know they're your favorite.

"I'm not hungry." I said poking the banana peels on the counter. "And I don't like bananas anyway."

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said. "There's cereal and stuff like that in the cabinet.

"I think I'm just going to go take a walk." I said.

"Ok" he said. "Just don't get lost."

I went into the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth. I looked in the mirror at myself. I had never been anything too special to look at. I was never one of the pretty popular rich girls at school. All of them had beautifully flawless skin and shiny hair. Their bodies were thin and they dressed them in fashionable clothing. I looked at myself again. I had long blonde curly hair that was unruly and never did as I wanted it to. My skin was relatively pale, but tanned nicely although slowly in the summer. I had blue eyes which I actually thought were quite nice even though I wasn't the happiest with my appearance. My nose was small and pointed. I remember in seventh grade the girl who sat across from me always liked to say; "Your nose is so pointed you could stab someone with it!" then laughing at her witticism. I had small thin lips. My mother said they were "angel lips" but I never understood that. I suppose they were more colored than most peoples. I had a rather square face which I always thought disproportioned my face making my already small nose and mouth smaller. My body was something I had struggled with over the past few years. Now, I wasn't fat, I just had little pudges here and there. I also inheireted my mother's eastern european legs which apparently she got grief for as a teen being as they were larger than average. No one ever said "Look at that fat girl" in the halls to me or anything, I was really the only person who was convinced I was too fat. I suppose all girls feel this way at some point or another. I blame my mother. She's an amazing cook and it was just hard to say no around food at home.

I used to be on a swim team in middle school, but I quit when my coaches expected me to go to four, three hour practices a week. I'm a very lazy person. Sometimes I think back on it wishing I had never quit. I was really good at it. I was better than some of the older kids there. It was a good team over all too. One guy almost went to the Olympics, but he had a swimming accident and was paralyzed. I remember that, it was so sad because he was so good, then he could never swim again. The coaches were crying and some of the other people who knew him cried too. Also once I swam on a relay team with a girl who had set several world records in girls swimming in her age group. It was a really neat thing, and I really do regret giving up.

More soon!!! (I've gotta go eat dinner)