I was accepted into the school district where a brand new Junior High had just been completed. I went to that brand new school. I was in both the first sixth grade and first seventh grade class at that school. I went to this school because it was closer to my house that the special school I was actually supposed to go to.

Yes, I was supposed to go to the "Special" school for gifted students. This would mean another two years of taking the short bus to school and living in relative security with other children who were also gifted. My parents didn't want me to go to that school because they thought it was too far away. So, instead they arranged to have me go to this brand new school where my cousins happened to go.

I got to that school from my accelerated school and was bored out of my mind. I can't explain to you how boring every single class was for me. They were reading books I had read in first grade, they were doing math that I could already do in my head in second grade. I was beyond bored.

Now, something you must understand about me. When I get bored, I don't do anything. I sat in the back of my classes reading my own books and doodling on notebook paper. I did nothing. When a teacher asked me a question, I answered it and went back to what I was doing. I hated school, I hated the people and I hated the teachers for teaching things I thought were simplistic and infantile.

One teacher noticed. She called in my parents and we all sat in a big room with the principal and my other teachers. They talked about me like I wasn't there. After a while, the teachers started asking me basic questions about what they were teaching in their classes. I answered them trying to do my best to look interested when all I wanted to do was escape. Needless to say, at the end of the meeting, they moved me into the seventh grade. They also put me in their gifted program and made sure I was in the eighth grade algebra class.

I was still bored in school. Skipping a grade also made me even more of an outcast.

Previous to this school jump I was moderately popular where I went to school. I was the cool girl. Of course, I was in a place where I only had kids like me around me.

I floated through seventh grade until about the last quarter.

Now, remember when I said I went to the same school as my cousins? Remember how I've often said that my family is full of mean people? Well, this all came to bite me in the ass. My aunt basically "tattled" on us. She arranged it so that I would be removed from the school. I guess I was making her son look bad or she just wanted to be a selfish bitch. I don't really know.

One day I was called into the administration offices and my aunt was there along with my mother. I was confused; I thought something horrible had happened to my dad or something. Anyway, they sat me down and told me I wasn't allowed to go to anymore classes at that school and that I was lucky they had decided not to sue my mother for sending me there. They said I was putting a strain on their resources because of my advanced status. I was told to clean out my lockers and come back to there and that I would receive the yearbook I paid for and then leave.

My mother was pissed. When my mom gets pissed she rants and raves for ages. I thought she was going to kill my aunt.

There was about a month left in the school year, but they wouldn't give me a report card which meant I wouldn't graduate to the next grade. So, I was moved to another school in a different district nearby and finished out the year.

So, that is the tale of how I got kicked out of Junior High. I wish I had beaten some kid with chains or something; it would be a better story at least.