by Lauren Courcelle
When I got to Diversity Middle School, I didn't just feel a little out of place. No. I felt wicked weird. Yet, I needed to survive these halls for three years? Heaven help me... er, Universe, help me, in MY case. Thank goodness for my natural powers, my expanding circle of friends, my loving parents, plentiful eye candy, and Santa's magic, or sixth grade might just be the end for ALL of us.