Escaping the World

Society has a funny way of directing everyone in one direction. You go to school; you graduate and go to college; you get a degree; you get a job, and then you die. Our lives have been delicately set up for us and if we decide to go down another path we are rejected. Ever since my depression started in 8th grade, I have dreamed of leaving. I would pack in the middle of the night and leave. I would go wherever the wind will take me. 

Now, at age 17, I can honestly say that I have not fufilled my dream. I'm just some girl living in a wealthy community that has done nothing exciting. I live in this place called Northlake: a rich suburb in north Texas. I'll paint the picture:a bunch of rich white girls shopping with their mother's credit cards and meeting their preppy guy friends at Starbucks. The girls talk about how much fun homecoming will be and all the latest news with Katy Perry. Some of the boys leave because they have football practice- and Northlake is known for never losing a game. If a person is different than this and lives here, I wish them good luck. 

Enough with this prologue shit; my name is Alaska. I don't have many friends and I consider myself pretty boring. I've been depressed since the 8th grade and in 9th I lost interest in nearly everything. However, I still love great music, traveling, and a few TV shows. Like I said, I am not that intriguing, but then I met Ana...