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The trees passed in a green blur with a touch of white snow. I looked outside while ACDC blasted in my ear.

"Michael, Michael, MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD!!"

"What? What's going on, did something happen?" I asked as I pulled one earbud out as the faint noise of Thunderstruck echoed throughout the car.

"Michael, how many times do I have to say to turn that punk rock metal, whatever you want to call it music down? What happens if something very serious happens and you won't able to notice because of that dammed music blasting your eardrums!" she scolded me.

By this point, I zoned out 30 seconds ago because I have been getting this little speech dozens of times by my mother. I have a tendency to block out the world with music and go into my own little world where I was best friends with Dan Howell and Phil Lester. Every single car ride I take, I put my earbuds in, turn the volume up to blast and close my eyes or look outside daydreaming about anything (that won't ever happen).

"Sorry mom I guess I forgot again, I'll try my best to not blast music agai-"

"NO." my said with edge in here voice.

"First of all take those earbuds out, I have something to tell you."

I hesitantly took my earbuds out and paused my song to pay full attention to my mom. I looked over to her face and started to worry. She looked a bit mad, but determined as if she had something on her mind to complete.

"Your father and I have decided to kick you out of the house and go to the city to be free and experience reality and life."

I looked at her in shock. My entire life, I have lived a peaceful kind of life in my little county in Ohio. It was so mild and boring, but there were hardly any bad things that happen where I lived. I grew up as a little annoying boy, bloomed into a emo teenager, and was a young adult. At that point, it kind of hit me as 'holy hell Michael, you are a young adult and you're still living with your parents, maybe they are right. Michael you need to get your shit together!'.

So I straight up surprised my mom when I replied with, "Mom I think your right. I'll book the next flight to Chicago and pack as soon as we get home."