Singing softly, dreams whisking away importance in life as tears wash down her face.
Forever broken by her environment.
Crying her eyes out into an ex-boyfriend's old varsity sweater.
Looking flawless in a long, sequenced dress; hair all done up perfect for what she believes was going to be the best night of her high school career…
Make-up washed down her face, nothing seems to matter anymore.
A flask in hand, a bowl packed tight with the best stuff she could get.
Trying to take the edge off as best she can.
Running away from all she has ever known, lost in her teenage years.
Miss popular, cheerleader, prom queen, class president, validvictorian.
Broken in two.
Off in her car she goes, never once tapping the brake pedal to show she is so much better than the east coast she hails from.
Headed into the sunset, off to the west coast with nothing but a broken heart and shattered dreams.
Trying to make it right, turning off her phone, rolling down the windows, and turning up the music.
Disappearing into the wind, a single song plays as she rolls away from what she used to know.
Ex-teen royalty, a new life at her hands.
But she's only young, so she hopes to fuck things up right this time.
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