It was 5:00 a.m on a Monday morning. I was getting ready to leave and then all of a sudden a thought came to my mind. What if my dad doesn't even want to see me? What if he left because of me. How could that be possible I was only three but he could of thought of me as a mistake. Why am I thinking that?
I had a pop tart for breakfast and then placed the note on the fridge. I walked out the door and turned around to look at my house that I was leaving for a guy that I don't even know if cares about me. Maybe I should just go back in and not worry about it. I need to stop thinking about my plans and just do them. This is the number one thing i wanted to do since I was eleven. Now I am going to live my dream.
As I say my good bye to my house and reach down for my bags I start to head to my car. As I get in my car a tear ran down my cheek. As I put my seatbelt on I see a picture of my whole family together I just want this back we were so happy.
As I turn on my engine one million thoughts went threw my head. As I plug that with loud Christian music I turn to go on the empty highway to go to my first stop Ohio. As I look in the distance I see one car ahead of me coming toward me, am I going the wrong way? No they are heading for me! As I go to the side of the road I hear sirens coming after that car. Well some people are stupid. It took three hours to get to Ohio I think I will take a nap.
This is where I can finally say I started my dream.
