"Get out!" Mom yells. I step out of the way as she tries to swat me. I was carrying a huge, cardboard box, and I didn't need to get knocked over.

"Momma, I'm trying." I say. I open the front door while balancing the box on my left arm. I walk down to my car and place the last box of things in the trunk. I turn around to wave goodbye, but she had closed the door, already. And I guess she had moved on, from me. Whatever. I grudgingly get inside my car. I run my hands over the wheel and swallow the memories that were made here. Mom had taught me how to drive, but now it felt like she was just getting ready to kick me out. Or that's how it felt. I start the engine and back up, out of the driveway. I turn into the direction that puts my home in the rearview mirror because I wouldn't want to loop back to it. I go as fast the law will allow. I turn on the radio to classic rock. I increase the volume drowning out my thoughts. I hit the steering wheel along with the beat of the song. I'm completely alone, but at least I have my car. I never wanted to leave. It was forced on me. Momma and I were talking about dad. She told me he had died, but I found him logged onto Facebook. I showed her this, and thats when she told me to leave. I would run to my dad, but I wasn't sure if I really wanted to do that. I mean, Momma was the parent I got close to, and she kicked me out. To push myself on someone I didn't even know anyways didn't seem like the answer I needed. Maybe one day I'd meet up with him but not today. I let my mind blank out as I concentrate on the music.

At night, I slept in my car. I have a few pillows and some blankets. I don't mind the back pains that come in the morning because I feel safe here. Thats all that matters. I roll over a couple times and finally open my eyes, wide awake. I have too much on my mind to sleep. I look around, but no one was there. Doesn't matter because I don't need anyone. I plug my headphones into my radio and turn on my engine to turn the radio on. I jump and quickly pull the headphones off. I lower the volume and carefully place the headphones back on my head. Even though I couldn't sleep I was tired enough that the radio was still loud on the low setting. I lay back down and fold my hands behind my head. I let the music embrace me again and wonder if this is all I get to look forward to for the rest of my life. Well, it isn't so bad. It's not perfect, but its still good.