Girl, I feel this in my soul! You were me, or I was you, or whatever. My parents didn't divorce, should have, didn't. I was tiny, under developed, with gangly arms and legs and frizzy hair. And in Jr. High, I too put on my dunce cap and pretended to be a moron (while of course getting top grades and reading in secret). My frieds would ask me what mark I got on such and such and I'd ball up my paper and say, "you don't want to know." They always took it in the way I intended them to, LOL. But eventually, it wore thin and here we are. :)