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A story set in the beginning of the 1990's of a young girl trying to figure out her place in her family, her new school, and the world. In the 90's middle schools had not developed yet, most places still had junior highs. As a Military brat Mari must move every 3-4 years. She is the middle child of a Puerto Rican family moving from Hawaii to New York. Her new school and age are leading her into adolescence, crushes, conflicts with family and friends, as well as confusion. Feeling out of place and awkward turns out to be a normal emotion for Mari as she embraces weirdness as a quirky character trait.

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Publié par	Xlibris US
Date de parution	08 novembre 2022
Nombre de lectures	1
EAN13	9781669854982
Langue	English

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MIDDLE SCHOOL MARI V

Stop That, It’s Weird

Marievil Rodriguez-Keever

Copyright © 2022 by Marievil Rodriguez-Keever.
Library of Congress Control Number:
2022920991
ISBN:
Hardcover
978-1-6698-5497-5
Softcover
978-1-6698-5496-8
eBook
978-1-6698-5498-2

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Rev. date: 11/07/2022

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CONTENTS
Preface

Chapter 1 Mari Who? Mari What? Moving from Hawaii to New York
Chapter 2 A New School
Chapter 3 Getting Used to the Bus, and I Have a Boyfriend?
Chapter 4 My New Crush
Chapter 5 The Slap
Chapter 6 Our New Home, Finally!
Chapter 7 Some New Girls
Chapter 8 I Don’t Feel So Good . . . How Embarrassing!
Chapter 9 I Get the Whole House to Myself! Yay!
Chapter 10 Choir and Basketball
Chapter 11 The Melting Snow, Potty Training, and the Election
Chapter 12 Spring Break, the Fire, and the Chipmunk
Chapter 13 The Play and Getting Punched
Chapter 14 Past Accidents and the Upcoming End-of-the-Year Fun!
Chapter 15 Final Tests, Graduation Prep, and My New Crush!
Chapter 16 Graduation and the Dance!
Chapter 17 Last Day of School and Carnival Games!

PREFACE
Stop That, It’s Weird
A story set in the beginning of the 1990s of a young girl trying to figure out her place in her family, her new school, and the world.
Don’t you just love the stories where a girl is crushing on a boy that she has been fantasizing about and secretly staring at in hopes that he’ll just look at her, and then there’s that magical moment when she finds out that he actually likes her back. Well this is not that story! This is also not the story where the person whom feels like they are an outcast in their family realizes that it is because everyone holds them to a higher standard or thinks that they are so awesome. Nope! This story is a bit more realistic. I mean, come on. How many feel-good movies have you seen and then wished that it could be you only to stumble back into reality and your day-to-day life, recognizing that those magical happy endings are just created by people trying to get you to buy a ticket? Although, as a movie buff and a television sitcom lover myself, I will admit, it is nice to escape with those magical feelings of hope sometimes. I guess, we do get those moments, but in real life, we keep moving. So those wonderful magical times are in there but they are all mixed up with the rest of it. I will also admit, I am a bit of a daydreamer. I like watching movies and shows and imagining that I am in them—not as one of the existing characters, but as myself in the scene or in the story. After all, my favorite holiday is Christmas, because I am waiting for the miracle. You know that magical feeling you get around the holidays that makes you feel like something wonderful is going to happen.
As a young girl, I am usually overlooked or not given any credit. Also, I spend my time liking guys that never like me back and having other guys like me that I am not even interested in. What’s up with that? I’m starting to think it might be timing, or then again, I might just be unlucky.
I think middle school must change most people from who they used to be as a kid, because they feel as if they need to be grown. Am I supposed to be cool? Am I supposed to be quiet? Am I supposed to be a jock, a nerd, artistic, musical, or just average, like boring normal? I don’t get it. Also, on top of being completely confused over school, friends, and boys, finding my place in my family is proving to be just as challenging as finding my place in this world. My mom says I spend my time being weird and daydreaming too much! But dreaming is a part of life, right? Plus, what is so wrong with weird ?!?

CHAPTER 1
Mari Who? Mari What ? Moving from Hawaii to New York
Hi, my name is Mari V—that’s how you pronounce it. It has an unusual spelling, and most people botch it, even after I have corrected them. The correct spelling is Marievil. I usually can forgive people who don’t know how to roll their R s, but other people act like it’s not important to pronounce it correctly, and that’s what makes me mad. It’s rude and disrespectful to continue to mispronounce it after I have already told you how to say it properly. I am Hispanic, and my mother didn’t notice the spelling in English. However, it does allow me to see who an idiot is right away. So please be respectful and call me Mari V. Most people call me Mari or Evi or just opt for a nickname. I remember one year, I had my softball team call me Candy as a nickname, so they wouldn’t butcher my name. Plus, I like candy, I have a sweet tooth.
Have you ever had to move to a new city or state? How about every few years? I do. It’s nothing new. My family and I have done this plenty of times. I move about every three to four years because my family is military. I’m a military brat—that’s a term used to describe the children of a military member. You know, the army, air force, navy, and marines. My father is in the Army. Most places tend to have a lot in common once you adapt to the house, neighborhood, weather, and change of scenery. But for me, once I feel like I am getting used to it or comfortable, it is usually time to move again.
I am approaching the end of my elementary school years and soon I will be in middle school. I think middle school must be a confusing time for a kid. For instance, my sister used to be normal, and now . . . well, she is different. She used to be fun and silly, but now, all she ever cares about are her friends, popularity, and boys. Blah!
So here we are. We are moving again! This one is a big one. We are moving from Hawaii to New York, and not only is the travel time long, but I hear the weather is going to be completely different.
It is 1990. I am in fifth grade, and I am on my way to being in that wonderful awkward stage—that’s what I keep hearing all the adults say. I am Puerto Rican and ten years old, but I am mature for my age. I started school early, so I am in a grade higher than usual. Plus, I notice the other kids are always a year older than me. I guess I am what they call Americanized, because I’ve only really lived in the United States (at least from what I can remember). My parents speak both English and Spanish, but I can only really understand. I don’t speak Spanish often. I try sometimes but I’m afraid I sound funny or maybe I say things wrong.
I do spend my time daydreaming. Truth is, I watch a lot of TV and wish I could be rich and famous! How great would that be to have people look up to you and be in awe because you are so legendary? Plus, having money for everything wouldn’t be so bad either, huh? I would no longer be just the middle child in my family, and I wouldn’t need to move every three years, unless I wanted to, and I could vacation anywhere and have my own chauffeur to drive me to places. Ah, how great! But I guess, I must stop daydreaming about it if I really want it to happen or anything to happen. Usually, if I’m daydreaming, I’m not really getting anything done.
My father, Juan, is a soldier in the army, and we must move constantly. Okay, it isn’t so bad, but I feel as if once I get used to being somewhere, and I am finally making friends, it’s time to go. Plus, the only people you know when you move are your family. I like my mother, Lydia, and my younger brother, Bam Bam, is a cutie since he is about seven years younger than me. His real name is Christopher, but we call him Bam Bam because he likes to throw and bang on things.
My older sister, Vicky, is kind of a pain. She’s a teenager, or as I like to call her, a mean-ager . She is always more concerned about herself and her friends and doesn’t really pay attention to me anymore. What’s weird is I remember being friends with her before, but now it’s like everything is different. She doesn’t have time for me, and she seems to care about the silliest things, like boys and who or what is popular and what her girlfriends think. Sometimes, they aren’t even her friends, just strangers that she thinks are cool. Even though if she waits three years, we won’t even be here anymore. I remember one time after baseball practice in Hawaii, I was walking with my friends back to the field, then someone ran up and told me that my sister had been in a fight. I ran over in a frantic state but by the time I got to the field, nothing was happening, and my sister said that they made it up. Some girl was just mad at her over some guy. But Vicky never really says the truth all the time, so who knows. She just told me not to say anything to Mami and Papi ( Papi is how you say Dad in Spanish). That is typically what Vicky always says or asks, which usually ind