My dreams we're too big.

I have always been different and somewhat odd. While some girls were playing with barbies, and talking about boys I was busy remodeling my parents old shed into a secret layer, or trying to sew clothes for my dog that would make her look stylin'. Totally weird. Needless to say I was never the popular girl growing up. This was hard for me because at the time that is all I wanted. I would just watch all of the popular girls and wish they would talk to me. They always had the most beautiful clothes and all of the boys were always talking to them. They were always talking about the high school parties they would get invited to. They were basically my hero's and I wanted to be just like them. I'd sit out on my lawn at night (usually on the weekends, because no one invited me to do anything) and make wish after wish on all of the stars. I'd just think please, please, please make me prettier, and give me more beautiful clothes. Please help boys to like me and let me get invited to all of the cool parties they are always talking about. Little did I know then, that all of those girls that were getting invited to those parties in junior high were also getting offered cigarettes, alcohol, drugs and being pressured into having sex. By the time we graduated all of my former hero's were addicted to drugs, many dropped out of school, and half of those girls were pregnant. The rest of the pretty girls got engaged or married shortly after high school and still live in Vernal with two or three kids. I don't judge them or think they are wrong or unhappy, but I also thank god every single day that I was not popular in junior high. My life has and will take me far from that place. My dreams are too big for that town.