A fresh start. A clean slate. Thatas what Mom said as I headed out the door to catch the annoyingly bright and infantile school bus. No one knows you, or anything about you, she said. You can be who you areawhoever you want to be. Now isnat that just great. I have the privilege of beginning ninth grade, the start of my high school careeraor lack of career, more likelyaas a complete zero, a nobody. No history, no personality, no best friend. Tracy is out of the picture after, letas see, eleven years of tried-and-true, best-buds-til-we-die friendshipa]. Yeah, well, things change in ways you canat imagine.