One of a kind

Space Girl

Space girl.
That had been Lena's nickname since 4th grade, when she told everyone she was from another galaxy. The name had stuck, because she was in her Junior year of high school, 7 years later, and a select group of assholes still found it hilarious to call her that.

"Hey space girl," Lena's friend Jackson giggled after hearing Tyler, the biggest douche in the school, shout it as she walked by.
"Hey!" Lena swatted him with her scarf, "you know I don't like that."
"Okay okay I'm sorry I won't do it again," Jackson apologized through his laughter.
Lena sat down and glared at him.
"So, speaking of 'space girl', you still think you're like, ET or something?" Tyler asked
"I never thought I was 'ET', I've just always felt like I'm from somewhere different than here, like I have some...greater purpose," Lena began to get lost in her thoughts, thinking about who she really is.
"Don't we all?" Jackson asked, rhetorically.
"Yes, but I mean, like, I never even questioned the fact that I was most definitely not from this planet until I was five and my mom told me that I wasn't an alien, I was just a human like everyone else. It was like she had just taken everything I had ever known and just thrown it out the window." Lena desperately tried to explain her logic to Jackson but knew he would never understand.
"Girl, you need help," Jackson joked.

'Well, what did I expect?' Lena thought.

...

Lena hated school, but she wasn't exactly happy to be home either. She knew that money was tight (it had been for a while), and her mom needed all the extra help she could get. She just really didn't look forward to coming home each day from school, exhausted and bearing piles of homework, just so that she could immediately be put to work cleaning the apartments of her neighbors for not nearly enough money. It wasn't like she would keep any of what she earned anyways, she'd just feel guilty. She had to give it to her mom, that is, if she wanted three meals a day instead of one.

This is what was going through her mind as she lay on her bed, staring at posters.

Lena put all her posters on her ceiling. Most of them being Star Wars related. Some of them were of Harrison Ford (because dang is he attractive), but most of them were just prints of her favorite screen caps. She liked to stare at them for hours on end, and just get lost in her own fantasies of doing something more adventurous and exhilarating than normal, every day life. They were her escape

She always thought that it could be her obsession with science fiction movies that triggered her thinking that she's an alien, but deep down, she knows she's only telling herself that in hopes of one day feeling like she actually fits in.

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