"Uch!" Scrunching up my face, I continue flipping through our hideous talent show yearbook pictures. My friends and I have changed a lot!Turning to the individual third grade class pictures, I slide my finger across the glossy black and white page over to my photo. Words cannot explain what I see. I am staring down at a bony girl with two lopsided ponytails wearing a knee-length flowery lace dress and huge bug eye glasses. Doubled over in laughter, I accidently drop my book on the floor as I roll around on my bed, holding my stomach. Then suddenly, an uncontrollable sensation rolls through me and I shout: "I HATE THIS! WHY DO THINGS HAVE TO CHANGE?"