The heavy Buick softly crunched down the gravel drive as Crystal crept away from home. She kept the headlights off and hoped that her parents wouldn't see her. She could see them through the windows as she inched toward the street. She saw her mother covering the supper leftovers and putting them away. Her father was relaxed in an easy chair watching the news. She saw the bluish lights of the television flicker across his face. It was an evening like any other.
She turned out of her driveway and headed toward the highway. She adjusted the volume on the radio and tried to tune out her anxiety. When would one of her parents wander upstairs to check on her? They would find her room tidied. A suitcase missing, some clothes, her guitar, and her freshly-minted diploma. Hard to believe she'd gotten it earlier that day.
She'd made her bed. And there, propped on the pillow, was an envelope with a note inside. "Don't worry about me. I'm off to live my dream." She knew they'd be upset. They might even be mad. She bit her lip and looked in her rearview mirror. The highway entrance ramp was just ahead. She flipped on her turn signal. Wouldn't they also be a little bit happy?
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