Surge

It’s been happening more and more lately. Ever since I got to Mexico City.

And it’s not like I can tell anybody.

I’m just trying to survive, here. To get through playing house with Dad and his perfect little puppet show with a new (young!) stepmom and being tossed into one of the biggest cities on earth…

I didn’t ask for this.

I was fine back in Pennsylvania. But hey…nobody asked me.

Does anybody ever ask the kid what they want?

(That’s rhetorical…that means you don’t have to answer that…)

I was happy learning how to drive. Now I’m trying to learn a new language, how to navigate 200 metro stations, and…oh yeah…

I have a massive electrical storm surging through my veins every day.

Then there’s that.

So I’m literally waltzing around Mexico City, just trying to figure out how NOT to electrocute half the population. Which is a lot. (Remember the part where I said it’s one of the biggest cities on earth? That wasn’t a joke…)

And listen I don’t get it either, so don’t go asking for explanations…I don’t know.

I do. Not. Know.

I just know, I got here. I’m fumbling over broken Spanish and rigid house rules and metro maps…and BOOM…I’m some reluctant lighting-goddess-superhero.

I just wanna survive 11th grade. Seriously.

But there is some good news in all this. (Other than the tamales…can we PLEASE talk about tamales verdes?)

I made a friend the other day. Yeah, ok, a cute friend. You got it out of me.

His name’s Jared, and he’s just as weird as me. He can freeze stuff. And apparently read minds. (Don’t ask how I know that…it’s embarrassing.)

So, welcome to the club. I’m a human lightning rod. He’s a human snowman.

What could go wrong?

…gotta go, Jared is texting me…