>My favorite part of the day. The road, some tunes and nothing else. I pull out of the school's parking lot. I decide to take the scenic route today. I flick out some shades and put them on. Not but a few minutes and I'm on the freeway.
>I turn the music up and get into the rhythm. I enter the trance state that comes with this. I can feel the roar of the car, the smooth road and the bumping beat. It all melds together for a perfect scene. I relax and let my mind wander into my life. The stress of dealing with my parents, Fang, Naomi, the track team, all of it, at that moment was light as a feather. I, for the briefest bit, am truly free. I ponder if this was what it would be like to fly. To freely go where you want, when you want, no tethers and no responsibilities. This is surely close enough.
>I kick it up now, we can go a bit faster. I push the engine, shifting and clutching through the higher gears. I turn the music as loud as it can go, threatening my hearing. I soar through the lanes, passing and weaving as if I was a needle sewing through the lanes. I finally have my fill and slow, my stop coming up. The twilight has started to set in and the noose of responsibility back on my throat. I take an exit and head home.
Fin.
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