"Nothing made sense to me anymore. I knew I was young, I knew I was small. But I was worried that I might already be ruined."

"There were some buildings. There are these really tall buildings and they could walk. Then there were some vampires. One of the vampires bit the tallest building and his fangs broke off. Then all his other teeth fell out.
Then he started crying. And then all the other vampires said 'Why are you crying? Aren't those just your baby teeth?' And uh..he said 'No. Those were my grown-up teeth.' And the vampires knew that he couldn't be a vampire anymore so they left him. The End."

The above is Max's story to his Mum in Where The Wild Things Are. I've seen the film many a time and have listened to his story over and over again. One thing that comes to mind whenever I watch the film is the fact that while I cannot wait to leave this god forsaken town and head off somewhere new in hopes of just giving myself a better life, the people around me seem to think that this town is all there is. The high school I'm in consists of about 4,000 students. More than half of them will live here the rest of their lives. I am unbelievably scared of that. There is nothing here for any of us. I mean sure, the city is only about twenty minutes from here, and it is greatly cultured. But even then, the thought of living somewhere for the sake of familiarity is not something that I find very appealing. I want to leave this place and see what else is out there. Experience summer in another country with new people the way they do. Take a walk through a forest I have never been in. Breathe the cold, lung chilling air of a Winter night in Berlin or Moscow, somewhere completely unfamiliar. While I most likely sound like just about every seventeen year old kid afraid of being stuck where they are, it doesn't take away from the fact that I want to be able to experience what's around me. The thought of staring down a road in a small town in France and just observing how people live their lives by different standards and means from the everyday rush of Americans is something that I find fascinating.
Sometimes I wake up wishing my mother would just come say "Hey, pack up all your things. We're leaving this place.. for good" Of course with our beautiful economy the way it is, I know that will never happen. That being said, I do understand that my only way out of this place is through school. At this point, it doesn't matter whether I end up in Australia, Spain or Bulgaria even, I just cannot live here with the same people who think that the world consists of the this town full of nothingness in the U.S only. It saddens me to the point where if i could, I'd take a sail boat wherever it was I was meant to end up.. I'm just hoping that I don't stay here the rest of my life. It would be a life disgustingly wasted.