February 11, 2013
Being Just a Little Different
Don’t get me wrong I have many people in my life that love me but to say I have met someone that I can actually relate to would be a lie. You look at me and you’d think I’d have it all, a close group of friends, a happy family and a bright future but oh how easy you’ve been deceived my friend. Whether it’s in the way I speak, the way I dress or the background I came from, I have always been, well just a little different.
I often feel like I don’t fit in when I’m with those that surround me like if the people that surround me just aren’t right for me. Let’s just say that I grew up in a family filled of rebellious kids that don’t want to amount anything and adults that are just fine with their blue-collar jobs. But me I actually want to do something with my life, be somebody. I don’t just want to work a 9-5 job that I will dread for the rest of my life. A lot of this goes back to when I was little, being that I never grew up in the public school system; I was never accustomed to it. All of my family members that did on the other hand experienced things I never did, so it was hard for me to relate to them. Being part of their conversation was especially hard. I remember an instance in which all my cousins where together speaking of the experiences they had and when they turned to me, with their wondering thoughts and judgmental eyes, to share my story a million lies came to my head about what to say but none real. I was a thirteen year old girl that had been in a private school her entire life, whose classmates where the same as in kindergarten and teachers knew her since preschool with that let’s just say I had absolutely nothing to share. I had known the same people my entire life, and followed my daily routine which was school, sports and then driving down to Mexico and back. So I did what any other teenager would do and made something up. Of course later it would come out that I was lying but well in my defense I was tired of having the short end of the stick all the time. Not only was I having a hard time fitting in with my family, things didn’t get any easier at school. Pertaining to my friends, I always had a good bunch and even called some my best friends but even my best friends and I were so different and not alike that when I would hang out with them it never really feel like I was ever being myself. You see my best friend and I grew up together and have been friends since third grade, just imagine those girls you see in movies that are like sisters and were never apart, well at one point that was us. As we grew older though as much as we wanted to stay friends, in reality