Kim+S

My name is Kimberly, but not everyone knows that. New people that I meet, for all they know my name could be Monica, or Samantha. My name is whatever I want people to think it is. The only people that know my name for sure are my parents, and my brother of course. So I really have hundreds of names if I count all of them I have given out. Once, while I was getting my hair done, I told the hairdresser that my name was Veronica, because when I think of Veronica I think of a nice innocent girl, and that’s how I was feeling that day. So the whole time we were talking, she kept calling me Veronica, and I liked it that way. Other times, I tell people that I am someone else. Like my best friend Alyssa, I can always tell people that my name is Alyssa because people say that we look so alike, its like we were separated at birth. It gets confusing after a while, to remember who I told someone that I was, when I am really not that person. One time, I told this girl on my softball team that my name was Lauren, and I went along with it for the whole season because I thought I would never see her after that, considering she lived a few towns over. Well she saw me in Dunkin Donuts once and kept screaming Lauren, I forgot she was talking to me! But for a while I have been sticking to Kimberly, because I’ve been in a Kimberly mood lately. A Kimberly mood is a mood I can’t explain, a mood that no one else could possible be in unless their name was Kimberly. Maybe every Kimberly in the world changes their name. I met a Kimberly once, but she didn’t act like a Kimberly, she was more like a Nicole.
 * My Name**

This boy I know his name is Jake, short for Jacob, he tells me that he loves me. I met him at my friends house last summer, and all he did was stare at me. It was weird, really weird, considering I’ve never said a word to him before. But now we are friends, friends that love each other. Not the kind of friends that you are only friends with in school, but Jake is my best friend, the kind of friend that I hold hands with and tell my secrets too. He tells me he loves me all the time, but my mom told me that love is a word with meaning and not to say it unless you mean it, really mean it, so I’ve only said it to him a few times, only enough to count on one hand. Its nice he reminds me that he loves me and all, but its not like I want to marry him or anything. My friend told me that when you tell someone that you love them, it leads to bigger things, bigger things I cant talk about. People that love each other are married and have babies, and I’m not looking for that considering I’m only sixteen and all, so I don’t remind him as much. He says we are going to get married one day though, it’s hard to believe it most of the times, and then he finishes his sentences with I love you Kimberly and smiles. I like his smile, because his smile makes me smile. His teeth are a little crooked and when I see them I smile and when I smile he smiles, so we make each other smile.
 * The Boy With The Big Heart**

I had a cat. It was gray, and it had big brown eyes. It looks nothing like me, I saw a show once and they were comparing people to their pets, and some of them actually looked alike, but not me and Tyler. Well truth is, he’s not really my cat, he found me. So maybe he looks like his real owner. The way he found me was, I was outside in July, it felt like my face was melting off and I was sweating tons, it had to be around a million degreases outside, I was just sitting there, trying to get a tan and all the sudden I hear a noise, a cat noise, the ones that they make when they open their mouths real wide, like a hiss. So I looked and there was Tyler. I just picked that name for him because my old best friends brothers name was Tyler and he had big brown eyes just like the cat. The reason I remember this day so well is because it was the day before my birthday, and I asked my mom for a cat that year, so I was really delighted. My mom told me not to touch animals that I found outside, but I didn’t find Tyler, he found me so I figured it was okay. He looked very thirsty so I took him inside to get some chilled water, but then my mom walked in, she wasn’t to happy. She said that Alex was really Ziggy, our neighbors cat. She made me bring him back, but I didn’t mind because Cindy, our neighbor, told me that I could come by and play with him whenever I wanted. It was a good day, my favorite day.
 * His Name Was Tyler**

I live on a street. A street with one house, next to a field, a huge newly made field. I have never had a neighbor who I could share a block with, ever. I lived in a house for three years it was on a busy road so I was not allowed to cross the street. It was next to a fires station that had tons of fire cars parked outside. I guess the fire fighters could be considered a neighbor. We didn’t live there for long because my mom said living on a main road with two small children is dangerous. So we moved to this house. It’s brown, and has 8 windows on the outside, with a door and a mirror. We lived here for eleven years. When we first moved, the field was not there it was just a big space of nothing, with tons of dirt. Shortly after, they created the field. I don’t really mind living next to it, its fun to watch people play soccer and baseball, but in the winter it is lonely. There is one house next to mine. It is small and blue, but people only live there for six months at a time because they can only rent the house, so I never see them. So I guess that I am lucky in a way, to have different neighbors every six months so technically I do have neighbors, I would be luckier if I knew their names though.
 * The Lonely House**

There is this girl in my History class she doesn’t talk much. I pass her in the hallways sometimes, but she never looks at me. I grew up with her. Her name is Ally short for Alexandra. She used to be my best friend, but now she is just someone I know. I use to know her well, but now it’s like we were never once so close. The two of us were never apart, us being apart was like peanut butter without jelly, or hershey with out kisses. Very uncommon to say the least. She use to tell me her secrets and we use to laugh at boys when they smiled at us as while we were walking past them, but now I have a new friend to do that with, as does she. I use to go to her house everyday, and every summer night she would sleep over, but now she doesn’t even look at me. I wonder what changed between us, I use to know her so well and now I can barely pick her out of a crowd. I figured we were just into different things and that’s what separated us, but there has to be more then that. She was my best friend, the best best-friend ever. We were so opposite but so alike, in so many ways. She taught me true friendship, but now its like we don’t have a past. I guess this is the way it was supposed to turn out considering neither of us has made an effort to regain our friendship. But I miss her, i miss her everyday. I don’t know the Ally I see in History class, all I have left are the memories that will last a lifetime.
 * A Familiar Face**

When I was younger my dad built me a swing set. The best swing set any of my friends have ever seen that is. No one had a swing set like I did. It had two swings, one yellow and one blue. It had a slide that blended in with the grass, and a ladder leading up to wooden monkey bars. I didn’t really like the monkey bars on account of they gave me millions of splinters, but they were fun to climb on. Everyday I couldn’t wait for school to let out so I can go home to my special place. The special place where no adults or crying or boys allowed. Looking back on those days makes me want to be young again. Makes me want to be carefree again. But now my backyard is empty with no colorful swing set, with no laughing children, with nothing but two trees and a deflated soccer ball.
 * Take Me Back**

I have a cell phone, and a laptop, and an ipod, but without all those things I would be okay. Those dumb TV shows that ask people that one thing needed to survive what would it be? and they answer with a cell phone or some sort of electronic device, they don’t mean that. At least I would hope not. My favorite person in this whole wide world is Alex, short for Alexander. He’s the best little brother I have ever met. He was born thirteen years ago in July. I probably know him better then anyone else does besides my mom. He is the one thing I could not survive without. I’m not going to say that we have a perfect relationship and all, we do fight, but I still love him. Usually a sibling is someone that you have to love, kind of like you are forced to love them, but not Alex I choose to love him. He makes me laugh, he also make me angry, but more happy then angry. When he smiles, his lips kind of disappear, like he is smiling so big his lips stretch out so you can’t seven see them. Don’t get me wrong, I love my electronic toys, just not more then my brother.
 * Hes My Favorite**

The big day, wasn’t even really that big of a day as far as I remember. Last year I started high-school and apparently it’s a huge change in your life. I know its important and all, but it wasn’t really that big of a deal to me at the time. Every morning for a week before the first day of school my mom would ask me if I was ready, as if it was this big thing that was going to change my life forever or something. My whole family told me how different it is from middle school as if they were trying to warn me about things. High-school is different from middle school, but not that much. Yes there is more work and more people, but its not that different. The only thing that was big for me in my freshman year of high-school was changing into a different person. I don’t even remember the old Kimberly, back in eighth grade, meeting new people changed me I guess, for better and for worse. Every day of freshman year was like the first day of high-school for me because I saw someone new each day. There were so many different kinds of people, so it was hard not to judge. Everyone noticed my change, my family, and my friends, me changing is something I can’t explain, but everyone else I knew before high-school changed also. Sometimes I feel like if I never started high-school I would still be the old Kimberly, if I could have put my life on pause, I would have never changed. I would have never met the people I am friends with now, and I would have never started any of my bad habits, and I would never have tried to rush my life into growing up so fast. Its easy to forget I am only sixteen sometimes. Maybe my family was right, the heads up were a warning, and the start of high-school really is a big deal. I am currently a sophomore, confused and upset most of the time, like every other teenage girl. If only I was still stuck in eighth grade forever.
 * The Big Day**

Emily Rogers, she is perfect. She has beautiful blonde hair. Her hair shines like the sun, and falls on her lower back. The curls she wears are so natural and they look so fresh. My hair is brown, brown like the dirt in my backyard. My hair is long, but its not pretty. I have dead ends that make my hair look like straw. Emily on the other hand, her hair describes her, it describes her personality and I can tell that it makes her confident. I’ve tried to picture what I would look like with Emilys hair, even on me it wouldn’t be as great. I wish I had her hair. I wonder what her mothers hair looks like. Maybe they both have gorgeous hair, hair that I see on TV for Paul Mitchell products. I wish I had her hair, I wish she would lend it to me just for a day, just for one day so I could look beautiful.
 * Perfect**

I have a friend, her name is Delaney. I call her Delaner, its not short for Delaney but that nick-name is catchy. The only Delaney I know in the whole wide world that is, and she is my best friend. She has a noise ring, and she loves it. She loves me a lot, I know she does, best friends love each other so we both love each other the same amount. She showed me what true friendship means, and she symbolizes a best friend to me. I have known her for a while, since about sixth grade, I just never knew her like I know her now. Sometimes I think we are the same person because we are so alike. Sometimes she can read my mind, its not weird. I like that about her. Shes great, and I need her around. She told me that she would never leave me because best friends never leave, at least that’s how its supposed to work. I trust Delaney, and I love Delaney. I will never be able to find another friend like her I know that for certain. She makes me feel important because she tells me that I am important to her. There can never be another Delaney Harmonay, not now not ever.
 * Never Another**