There I was Again Tonight, Forcing Laughter, Faking Smiles, Same Old Tired Lonely Place...

I skipped seventh grade, so I went straight from sixth grade to eighth grade, but there's a (long) explanation for that: I used to live in CA, so when I moved here after the end of my fourth grade year in CA, I would have advanced on to fifth grade, but here, the deadline is different from CA, and since I missed the deadline by 9 days.... well, some people that work in the school district said I could go ahead to fifth grade, but my mom and I decided that maybe I should repeat fourth grade, so I wouldn't be the youngest of the class, and also so I could get caught up with all the Utah Studies (since I didn't learn that in CA, obviously). As the sixth grade year was slowing down, however, I felt bored, like I wasn't being challenged enough. Plus, all of my classmates were really immature (that's what happens when you're a year behind) and I felt like they would never take me seriously (maybe I should mentioned I was pretty majorly bullied, but hardly anyone took notice? Yeah. That took up about 50% of the reason why I wanted to skip a grade - I didn't want to have to deal with them for another year).
Anyways, so, when I arrived on my second day at middle school (there's a first day open to just seventh graders so that they can get a feel for the school and their new environment, so I decided to go that day) and met my first class full of eighth graders, I felt a bit.... fake. Like I was just pretending. I move around a lot, and I'm kinda used to making new friends, but, you know, it's always lonely at the very beginning. You try to blend in at first, but it doesn't totally work until somebody opens up to you.