Because I live in Ok Falls...

Okanagan Falls. Those two words shoot icy daggers down the middle of my spine and render my senses useless at the mere glance of this location. You may ask why I possess such an intense hatred for this place, for it does not appear to be the wicked hellhole in which I describe. You are all thinking, "Ok Falls is such a nice place! It has Tickleberry's! I LOVE Tickleberry's!". Wrong. Ok Falls is not a nice place. It is a horrendous pit of doom in which unfortunate circumstances multiply and reproduce like bacteria in a decaying carcass. Now, I'm getting ahead of myself here. I didn't always use to hate this wretched place. I used to somewhat enjoy my time here so please let me walk you through the reasons of my loathing.

I have lived here since I was two years old. I attended the elementary school there and it consisted of 257 children. That's from Kindergarten to grade seven. Why are there so little amount of children at this school you may ask? Well, because it is Ok falls. Our field trips consisted of walking to the park (a three and a half minute walk) and in sports tournaments we could come undoubtedly last in every single sport. In a school this small, there is little room for originality or difference. Stick to the status quo is the school's motto. I was a short Asian girl with big curly hair who spoke poor English and wore mustard color overalls with bright purple Velcro light up shoes to school. I think I may have stood out a tad bit. However, that's not the point. Our jungle gym was broken and the school wouldn't fix it. They didn't have the money to fix it. Why? Because we children, lived in Ok Falls. Illicit substances were of easy access to mere third graders and vandalization was a constant pastime that citizens of all ages participated in. What would motivate them to act this way? Well, because they live in Ok Falls.

In middle school, I moved to the wonderful town of Kaledan! But alas, after only a few short months my parents decided to move again! Would you like to know where we moved? We moved back to the Bermuda triangle otherwise known as Ok Falls. High school was no different and undoubtedly was a significant amount better than school in the Falls, yet teachers and peers would ask certain questions in which there was only one answer.

"Why are you late for school Joanne?"

"Why did you leave your homework at home?"

"Why can't you run back to your house and get it ?"

"Why are you broke?"

" Why can't you come over?"

"Why can't you participate in "teenage" activities tonight?"

"Why do you hate your job?"

"Why didn't you shower?"

"Why are you on a boil water advisory... for two years?"

"When you went to vote in Penticton, why were you registered as an absentee voter?"

"Why did your car break down?"

"Why did it cost $735 to fix it?"

"Why are there over two hundred thousand kilometers on your car when you've owned it since 2004?"

"Why can't I find your house?"

"Why are most of your relationships "long-distance"?"

"Why must you carry good-luck beads with you everywhere?"

The list goes on and on and on. What is the answer you ask? Well, if you haven't already figured it out by now, read the title.