Skylar. That's me. I was 18 when I decided to move out. It was the best, but also the worst, decision I ever made. I was tired of feeling trapped in my parents' perfect little bubble, so I burst it and went on my own. I met good people, left good people, and eventually fell in love.

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Chapter 1.
Chapter 1: To Leave or To Be Left.

Chapter 1: To Leave or To Be Left.

A smile spread across my face. Most people would have mixed emotions about leaving home, but I only feel happiness. Sure, I'm going to miss my family and friends, but I have big plans that I just can't accomplish here in Kentucky.
Mandi, my best friend who I am also moving to New York with, puts her last bag in the trunk. I smile at her, and she smiles back. She's the kind of person who finds the positive in everything. With her blonde hair and blue eyes, people usually think that she's a "dumb blonde," but she was the smartest girl in our senior class.
Mandi didn't have the best fashion sense until she met me. And I had no idea how to do anything on my own before I met her. We're a good pair.
My mom and dad comes down to give me one last goodbye. My mother, with her tired eyes and tight ponytail. I don't think I'm going to miss how strict she is, but I will miss her.
My father will take care of her. And if he can't Amanda, my 17 year old sister, will.
Speak of the Devil, Amanda comes down the sidewalk, a pink box in her hands.
"Sky, I want you to open this when you get to your apartment." She hands the box to me. I pull her into a hug, her strawberry shampoo making me smile.
"I love you," I say, not wanting to let her go. I love her more than my parents, as bad as it sounds.
"I love you, too," she says. I pull away, say goodbye, and get in the car. Mandi sits in the driver's seat.
"Ready?" she asks, and she's really giving me the choice to leave. But if I leave, she's going to leave me.
"I'm ready," I say, nodding. I plug my iPhone into the cable in the car and blare "Maps" by Maroon 5. I sing along, and so does Mandi. "But I wonder where were you? When I was at my worst down on my knees. And you said you had my back. But I wonder where were you when all the roads you took came back to me." I dance, a weird dance that only Mandi is allowed to see.
We drive for 5 hours, and then it's 10 o'clock.
"We should stop at a hotel," I say, yawning.
"Yeah, let's go to the Days Inn right up here." She pulls in. We park and she gets out to sign us in.
She comes back with a card for the lock. We go upstairs to room 216. She opens the door, and we get a nice room. Two double beds, a big bathroom, a TV, and a coffee maker.
I lay my bag with my pj's and clothes for tomorrow down.
Mandi gives me a sly look, and I know what she's thinking. I plug in my phone and turn on "Fancy," by Iggy and Charlie XCX. She jumps onto her bed, and I jump on mine.
"I'm so fancy, you already know! I'm in the fast lane, from LA to Tokyo!" We sing and dance and laugh our heads off.
Then there's a knock on the door. I open it and fight a smile. It's a little angry old lady.
"If you don't mind, some people are trying to sleep."
"I'm sorry, ma'am. Please forgive us." I almost burst out laughing. But I don't.
"Why, you're quite young to be here alone," she says, looking me up and down.
"I'm 18 and my friend is with me." She nods and walks off. I close the door, turn off the music, and change into my pj's. It's a sweatshirt from my high school, "The Banner Panthers," and some shorts. I pull my hair up and get into bed.
Mandi lays in her bed, and we stare at each other.
"Goodnight," I say.
"Goodnight," Mandi says back.
I look up at the ceiling and a thought pops into my head.
"Hey, Mandi," I say.
"I just realized something."
"What is it?"
"We're free."
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