High school attendee (wide-eyed 9th grader, thank you very much!), story writer (I’d tell you what I write about, but then I’d have to go into hiding), admitted control freak (I only eat one thing at a time in a clockwise manner around my plate — it’s terrifying), people pleaser (I like to make people smile, so when I die, I want my gravestone to say something funny like ‘Please redirect my mail’ just so it’ll make somebody giggle), and lastly, socially awkward (honestly, I don’t even know how I have friends because my voice starts to shake when I talk to a new person and I refuse to make eye contact).I don’t do much outside of school – hence the “socially awkward” aspect – but when I do leave the Batcave (a.k.a my bedroom) it’s usually only because my friends bribe me with promises of caffeinated beverages and whatever cheesy romantic comedy is out in theaters. As an only child, there is no Robin to my Batman, so staying cooped up in the aforementioned Batcave can get pretty monotonous. Those days typically consist of re-watching seasons 1-3 of Glee, attempting and failing to sing along to One Direction, Paramore, Ed Sheeran, and occasionally, Eminem, and crying over the most current Nicholas Sparks novel.

Did I mention how much of a hopeless romantic I am? Those Nicholas Sparks books always hit me right in the feelings.

And now that I did mention that I’m a hopeless romantic, I feel compelled to say that – when it comes to relationships (not only with boys, but also with friends) – I am very high maintenance. Sure, perfect boys like Edward Cullen or Peeta Mellark only exist in books, but a girl can dream; right?

As a new member of the Pitman Pride, I look forward to becoming a tad less awkward and a tad more social. I plan on joining at least one club and hopefully that’ll help me move along with my nonexistent social life. Mostly, though, I’m eagerly awaiting to be assigned my first article for the Roaring Times. Here’s to hoping that I don’t butcher the entire newspaper! Wish me luck…