My mother finally found a small trailer to rent right behind a convenience store. Even though the front yard was basically the convenience store parking lot, this was fine with me as I was finally back with my mother (plus the convenience store sold great pizza by the slice).
Unfortunately, this trailer was right beyond the county line which meant that I had to not only switch schools (this would already be my tenth time) but go to school in a completely different county where I didn’t know anyone. It was 7th grade and most people know that middle school is no picnic.
This is an on-going story of my life and some of the childhood adversities that I faced. If you would like to start at the beginning of my tale, please read Four-year-old and Mother Survive Bludgeoning by River Rock, or go to the Childhood category and start at the bottom.
My father and stepmother had just sent me a brand new fur coat. These were Pre-PETA days when fur coats were all the rage. The coat was real fur and very expensive. I was told to take special care of it of course. I was so proud to wear my new fur coat on my first day at my new school…but this was a very small town, and I guess they didn’t know about the new fur coat rage and how expensive these coats were.
I remember being nervous and anxious, as I was anytime I started a new school and climbing up the stairs on this school bus for the first time. Everyone was staring at me, after all, I was the new kid (again), and they started snickering at me in my beautiful new fur coat.
As I walked towards the back of the bus where the only empty seats were, the kids started to grab at my coat as I walked by. I was horrified to see little tufts of fur being pulled out of my precious coat with every step. I kept telling them to stop, but being kids, that did no good.
When I got home that day, I looked at my lovely coat. I could see little bald spots where the fur had been pulled out. I cried and cried, but it didn’t help of course. I never wore that coat to school again…
Please read the next phase of my story: A Scratched Mirror