I remember dreaming.
Dreaming about what life would be like at 16. Back then I'd think about how perfect life would be at this time. I'd be loved, have friends, maybe even a boyfriend. I'd be an athlete and an academic genius.
When you're young, your mind is pure and full of hope. I had hope that I would make it far, see my name in the lights, or something cheesy like that. I wanted everything to be wonderful and full of bliss, but everything seemed to be going downhill for me.
Life now, at 17, is nothing compared to what I imagined it to be. I wanted more for myself, I had so many things planned for the future. Everything is just so hard now and I don't know how to deal with any of it.
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Secrets
Teen FictionWhen 17-year-old Eleanor moves from Bozeman to Billings, Mt, she tries to start over her teenage years and leave her past behind. But Eleanor can't hide everything, especially the fact that she has a baby at home.
