Prologue:
I had to do it. I know that this was truly how I wanted things. It was better this way, I was sure. But if this was the case, why do I feel so empty? So vacant and lost? I had told myself numerous times that I wouldn't be forced into anything; I make my own decisions. Is that why I am speeding down this highway, never looking behind me? Leaving my family and friends in the dust so I can choose things for myself? Leaving everything I've ever known just so I can sort them out?
Or is it even possible to have a fair chosen life, judging by the family I was born into? I don't know, I'm confused, as most regular sixteen year olds are. But then again, when am I ever not confused around these people I love?