Cheeseburgers Are Getting Old...

Living in a small town has many perks... You know just about everyone on a first name basis, you know ever single face, not only in your class, but in the whole entire school, and you have at least two other sets of parents looking out for you... It's safe here.
But in a small town, there's not a lot of diversity. Most of the townspeople tend to think just about the same. Your skin is about identical to everyone else's. You all eat the same things, do similar things on the weekends, and vote for the same people when November rolls around every four years. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this lifestyle... On the contrary, it's very safe.
People can depend on tomorrow being exactly like it was yesterday without worrying about if something darastic is going to change over night... Because believe me, it won't.
In a small town, everything is always normal. But to a person like me, cheese burgers with pickles and ketchup with a side of krinkle-cut french fries is getting old. The one stop light in the middle of town is fading dimmer every night. And personally, if I was old enough to vote in November, my check-mark wouldn't be in the same place as many of my other peers and elders. To me, being normal is so last summer.