Finding myself

Leaving

My alarm begins going off at 4:30 in the morning. Reluctantly I roll out of bed and brush my teeth. Quickly changing into shorts and a sports bra I throw my hair into a pony tail. I grab my tennis shoes and jog into the kitchen . I drink some water and grab my headphones.

I run around my neighborhood while listening to heavy music. When I'm working out everything melts away . No more worries it's just me and the ground pushing myself to go farther each time.

When I get home I make a smoothie with strawberries and bananas for breakfast. Strawberries are my favorite fruit because they make me think of tiny hearts I mean most people don't get it but i guess it's just me.

I'm ready to feel the freedom of being away from my parents and being with Dylan. He always makes the work clearer.

I turn on a cold shower and get in letting all the excitement for the day wash over me. I instinctively start humming My Chemical Romance lyrics. I close my eyes and start using shampoo . The sound of a door slamming finally brings me back to reality my moms probably here.

I jump out and decide to get ready. I braid my wet hair and put on yoga pants a large T-shirt and my black chacos. I finish packing by putting away my makeup ,toothbrush, and other essentials I had to use this morning.

My mom knocks twice and then enters my room just as I zip the suitcase. What is it now I think knowing she's not happy that I'm going away but instead she hugs me and says I love you be safe and she leaves. Surprised I decided I should call Dylan.

He picks up on the first ring,"ready to roll?" he asks. "I was born ready," I reply. He tells me he is leaving his house and hangs up.

I lay back into my bed and stare at my ceiling there are posters and cd covers from every band imaginable and all the artists I love. I remember the day Dylan came and helped me hang them up. He got so irritated because I told him not to put two similar artists together.

The sound of a car horn startles me and I jump up grab my bags and run to the front door. "DYLAN!" I yell as he grabs my bags to put in the back of his jeep. I tell him to hold on and I run back inside to grab my purse and phone. I feel guilty for a moment for leaving my parents. For not being the girl they wanted me to be. But I push the thought away.

I get in the jeep and he shuts my door and then we are leaving. Leaving is always the hard part I think but once you are gone you dont ever want to turn back.