Let's go back to second grade so you can understand my life at school. I went to a school called Walker Elementary when I first moved to New York. I had a tutor who stayed home with me, but when it was time for me to go to second grade my parents sent me to a public school.

I wasn't popular, intelligent, or super athletic. Basically saying I wasn't perfect, but then again nobody is. I loved school, and it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be to make friends. I had two best friends.
Ellie, who is exactly what her name means: bright shining one. Wherever she is, there is light. She is bubbly, fun, loyal, and to me perfect. She's the one who is always thinking: hearts, balloons, unicorns, and rainbows. She is the exact opposite of me.
Then there's Derek. We have always gotten along. He has always been gifted in getting people to listen, which once again makes sense because his name means 'gifted ruler'.

Those were my friends. Bit of an odd trio we were. They were the ones that helped me survive my first blizzards in New York. I was picked on at first. You know, the whole 'new kid' routine. That was just the first bit of snow. Add 'being a bit on the awkward side' because your life was completely crazy at the time, you got some sleet. Don't forget the hail because you are not the fashionista. Swirl it all around and BAM! You got yourself a blizzard. I survived the first blizzard, but knowing there were more to come was the tough part.