Dear Kitty,           Another share of vague complaints that don't mean anything. Today, it's having been moved up a year. I really wish my parents hadn't sometimes - belonging to two different yeargroups is hard, especially when you're counted as 'strange' or, worst of all, 'different'.              It just annoying really - I'm the 'baby' of the older year, and the 'weirdo' of the younger year. Don't get me wrong, I love being one of the youngest in the year, but nobody actually takes me seriously because of it. It's really great most of the time, it's just that I'm either teased mercilessly or just plain ignored. Being ignored is usually fine with me - I love being by myself, because I am one of the few people that I usually understand (well, I say 'usually') But sometimes, like at tea, when you're actually trying to have a conversation and they just completely ignore you; well, it just bugs me sometimes.              And then the younger year just seems to think I'm a complete freak. I like being different, but I hate being labelled. Especially in such a negative way.               I had another argument with Hector last night. I've been trying not to care for most of the day, but now it's hard. It's probably just because I'm tired, but I am actually upset about it. Again, the whole memory thing comes into play - I can't remember what I said, but I'm fairly certain that I didn't say what he thinks. I'm not that sort of person. At least, I don't think I'm that sort of person. Usually.Oh, never mind, Kitty. I expect you're bored again. In the meantime, I'm going to go and listen to some music and read.I really want a hug now.Anyway.Yours,       Francesca