Alien Teen Girl Blog :/

Sometimes I feel like my small town is in a bubble, separate from the rest of the world. Strange things happen here. It’s a place where you never really escape; you’ll always have something dragging you back. In the rare case you get a glimpse of a bright new place, where the world seems bigger than ever, you’ll look back and see the people you love are still stuck in that bubble—a bubble that was there before you, a bubble no one has ever tried to pop.

My whole life, this bubble mocked me, laughed at me, reminded me that I was just another small-town girl dreaming without doing. I hated everything and everyone in this bubble—how dare they be okay with this? How do they sit, knowing this town is nothing? These questions plagued my mind as the anger grew in me. I was no longer nothing; I was only anger —a fate that is much worse.

In the deep pits of anger, I questioned it. My anger quickly turned to sadness as I realized this bubble was made for the ones like me—not to hide us, but to save us. For everyone who feared being nothing forever — a destiny that came too quickly in this town — we would rather be nothing to no one than nothing to everyone. Maybe it wasn’t destiny; it was fear all along.

Instead of running, instead of leaving the ones like me behind, I will change this town. The bubble won’t pop; it will slowly drift away. Not one shocking action, just the slow change of giving people a chance. This town won’t have to be a bubble. It can just be. The world might ignore us, but they will have to see us first. Because the last thing I will do is abandon those I love and lose another one to fear.