Viva Las Vegas!
I don't recall how old I was, whatever age you are when you begin the 9th grade. For some stupid reason there was a change in the School System stretching the grades in Elementary, Middle and High School. I felt as if it were premature and the students (myself) wasn't quite ready to be thrown into High School. In my mind, proper development is a major factor when it comes to maturity and abilities. I was barely getting accustomed to Middle School life and all of its changes, then BAM, get ready for High School a year early -insert petrified face here- I complained, but nothing changed, so I learned to keep my complaints to myself. It's inevitable, High School is happening and there's nothing I could do about it. Randomly I am contacted by my Aunt who informs me that her Husband would come to town and help me prepare. She states that he'd take me shopping for school clothes and possibly lunch. I believe she also instructed me to inquire about the spending limit up ...