Moving On

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A pic of Daniella is on top!

Daniella's POV

I put the rest of my luggage in my pink Chevy Spark. "Done!", I sigh in relief. "Love you dear", my mom smiles hugging me. "Bye love you", I say getting in the car and starting it. I soon drive to the road and decide to turn the radio on. "Today will be a sunny day, with about a tempature 86°", the man informs. I turn it to a different station. "They're gonna clean up your looks With all the lies in the books To make a citizen out of you Because they sleep with a gun And keep an eye on you, son So they can watch all the things you do! Because the drugs never work They're gonna give you a smirk 'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean They're gonna rip up your heads, Your aspirations to shreds Another cog in the murder machine! They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me They could care less as long as someone'll bleed So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose, Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me! The boys and girls in the clique The awful names that they stick You're never gonna fit in much, kid But if you're troubled and hurt What you got under your shirt, Will make them pay for the things that they did!", they sang. I start to sing along for the hell of it.

"They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me They could care less as long as someone'll bleed So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me! Ohhh yeah! They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me They could care less as long as someone'll bleed So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me! All together now!", I scream. This song brings the wild side out of me.

"Teenagers scare the living shit out of me They could care less as long as someone'll bleed So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me!", I sang louder as it faded into commercial, I caught my breath and calm down. I finally got to the University of California. Here goes nothing.

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