You know what sucks about living in a small town, is that everybody knows you and everything you've done. This town is in a constant state of teenage drama and that is just the adults. And not being born here just makes you an outsider even though you've gone to school with them all their lives. No matter what you will be placed in groups, townie or transplant. My story began two years after 9/11 happened.
I moved to Budoun a few years after the planes hit the towers. My mom had just remarried and had my newest brother, Mark. Mom's husband, Frank, was a marine so we had to move to the base in Budoun. The town had two fast-food places, five restaurants, and one grocery store. It was a change of pace than Corpus Christi, Texas. The nearest mall was about 45 minutes away and as a child I was in a constant state of boredom. Fast-forward to 2015, I'm now a junior and a lot has changed since we moved here. I'm still the outspoken dark haired girl with pale ivory skin but my life has changed entirely since the day I moved to this small town. My mom and her new husband are divorced but we never left Budoun like I thought we would. The town grew so we now have at least six pizza places, eight fast-food restaurants, and two grocery stores. I have another little brother name Isaiah who was born three years after we moved here. My friends have moved away to other bases which leaves me to be stuck with the "odd" townies. Nothing has really changed is Budoun. Same old people, new drama.
Only one more year till I'm free of this small town and I can finally belong without being labelled as a transplant. Still I feel like I don't belong in this family but mom swears I'm not adopted. Yet no one looks like me in my family as I am the pale white girl in a family full of people with tan skin and are freakishly tall. I'll just continue to count down the days till the graduation and the day I can leave Budoun in my car's mirror.
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