As I crept out of my house, I shed more tears than ever before. My mother had cried herself to sleep once again, because my brother doesn't know the meaning of the word 'respect'. I had grown up without a father, and the way things were going, I might as well live without a mother, as well. But after all those years, I was finally free. Or so I thought. After I left the house, I made my way to the interstate in my beat-up "granny car". My plan was going perfectly. I bet you're thinking, "What plan?" Yeah, I don't have much of a plan.. It just sounds cooler that way. That is, until I somehow got myself in trouble with the law. Now how I managed that, I have no clue. But it went a little like this:
I was driving down I-75 going well-under the maximum speed limit. I had to be careful, because I was already out past curfew and there was no way I was going to get caught now. (Besides, I'd already been escorted to my house a few times before, for being out past curfew.) But I was practically free now! No one knew I was leaving, but I figured I'd call them later. I passed a few exits, and then something caught my attention. After that came those red and blue flashing lights.. "Maybe they aren't after me," I half-heartedly tried to convince myself. But then, as if on cue, the car ended up right behind me. "Well shit." I muttered to myself. I drove a little bit further before pulling over to the shoulder, as there was an exit near and I didn't want to block traffic. And, well, I think you know what happened next.
