Just before the new school year was scheduled to begin my wonderfully delightful parents announced that they were going to ruin my life forever! Okay, so that isn’t exactly what they said, but that is sure how it seemed to me. They had said that we were going to pack up and move from the always warm, always exciting Chula Vista, a suburb of San Diego, California to the rarely warm, always humdrum Lewiston, Maine.

In Chula Vista I had a life, friends, a life, and oh did I say that I had A LIFE? Even my teachers liked me and not just because I was the Junior Surfing Champion for the last two years, but also because I did well in every subject except for English. However, I had a friend named Jenny Dueler who every morning before school would correct my English homework for me. Jenny wasn’t a very popular girl… ok except for me she didn’t have a single friend. She was overweight, always smelled of wet dog, had wild uncombed hair, one eyebrow that stretched across both eyes and a face that could crack mirrors. However, inside she was a really nice person.