-Intro-
Erica ran into her bedroom and slammed her door. She was so frustrated with everything. She threw her backpack against the wall and screamed out, "I can't take this anymore!' She tugged at her hair in frustration. "I'm not Mike so I guess I'm not perfect, am I?'
She frantically shoved some clothes in her old duffle bag and picked up her guitar case. Then she headed for the door. She threw her bags into the back of her car and drove off without saying goodbye. As she headed down the road she'd lived on her whole life she mumbled "They won't even miss me."
