I was listening to Country Music-the only station with good reception. Although it wasn't my favorite...it did the trick. It drowned out any noise cars following me were making, to calm me.

Yes, I, Jessica Mastrani, FINALLY have my license. Just don't drive fast during the test and you can drive anywhere, later on, and be legally driving, just a wee-bit over the speed limit. Ok, not a "wee-bit" over but, whatever. Beggars can't be choosers. Right?

So, anyway, I was listening to country..Yuck!(A.N. No offense to anyone who likes country, I like certain country too, I just don't think JESS would listen to country and enjoy it. What music do you think Jess WILL like, because I will use your suggestions later? Oh, you'll find out where and why Jess is running in a later Chapter.) This song comes on, "Break Down Here" By Julie Roberts.

Mile marker 203

The gas gauge leaning on the edge of E

I'll be danged if the rain ain't pouring down

There's something smoking underneath the hood

It's a bangin' and a clangin' and it can't be good

I laugh, not because of my situation, or the song. I thought it was funny the situations were the same. Except, whatever the story was, they probably didn't have to dye their hair or change their name. Or grow their hair out long,(Gag) for that matter. My hair is now layered in a funky way, and has big, blue streaks. (GAAHH! NOOOOO! Come back to yourself, Jess! BE NORMAL, OLD, JESS!)I guess it was a GOOD thing I was listening to Country, Since no one would ever expect good ol' Jess to listen to Country. Or should I say Lisa Proffitt would never, under her real name, listen to country...

Rain falls, I laugh harder. I don't know how long the gas, or the car, for that matter, would last. Ha, almost EXACTLY like the song.

And it's another fifty miles to the nearest town

Everything I own is in the back in a hefty bag

I'm outta cigarettes and I'm down to my last rag

I'd sure hate to break down here

With nothing up ahead or in the rearview mirror

Out in the middle of nowhere, knowin'

I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rollin'

So God help me, keep me moving somehow

Don't let me start wishing I was with him now

I made it this far without crying a single tear

I'd sure hate to break down here

I think about it, my stuff IS in a big ol' bag in the back...and I do always hope that I will never want to be with him,-or should I say "THE(A.N. said "THEE") HIM"-again . Be with Rob. Again. And let him break my heart. Again. Then feel and go through the "Wheel of Emotions"-as my mother called it so happily when He dumped me, exactly what she predicted. Yeah, Wheel of Emotions...Stupid, Right? WRONG! That was actually the perfect description, because I went from: Mad to Happy to sad to confusion and surprise to wanting LOTS of...well, what do you expect? REVENGE!

The FEDS are definitely on my trail currently, and I am in no mood, and I haven't wanted to talk to the feds since I was nineteen. Three years ago. That long, hmm. It doesn't seem like that long, when you think about it, but when your just sitting, writing stuff down, you realize it is.

Yep, you guessed right. Once again, it is just for my own health-and so people get the facts straight-that I am sitting idly by as the world moves on, writing this. So I don't HAVE to be here. I should make this like a journal type thing and at the end put something like

"More later

J. The vanished one, with blue in the hair, and an ugly, old, red car."

Or, something cheesy, corny like

"I remain,

Jessica Mastrani, April 3rd 2009"

It's actually really funny when you think about it, because, then I'll end up wondering if I should say "Lisa Profitt," incase a hacker gets on to my computer. Instead of good old Hacker-Proof pieces of paper, stuck between leather with a lock, I'm typing this. On my laptop. With a cell phone in my pocket, and a pager at my side. It's amazing how high-techI got when I left little old Lumbley Lane, in little old Indiana.

One hundred fifty thousand miles ago,

Before the bad blood and busted radio,

You said, I was all you'd ever need.

Love is blind, and little did I know,

You were just another, dead end road,

Paved with pretty lies, and broken dreams.

Baby leavin' you is easier than be in gone.

I don't know what I'll do if one more thing goes wrong.

Hmm...I'm hungry. Should I stop in a diner and eat? But I am back in Indiana...but if I don't eat, I'll starve. Besides, You're in northern Indiana, you lived in the south, no one will remember you...

I'd sure hate to break down here

Nothing up ahead or in the rearview mirror

Out in the middle of nowhere knowin'

I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rollin'

So God help me keep me moving somehow

Don't let me start wishing I was with him now

I've made it this far without crying a single tear

And I'd sure hate to break down here

I'd sure hate to break down here

Nothing up ahead or in the rearview mirror

Out in the middle of nowhere knowin'

I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rollin'

I didn't think lying to yourself works, or I'm stupider than I look...but I won't go there. So, anyway, I coaxed myself into stopping to eat, after all.

You can't go wrong with Applebee's, and there was one right around the corner.

So God help me, keep me moving somehow

Don't let me start wishing I was with him now

I made it this far without crying a single tear

I'd sure hate to break down

It's too late to turn around

I'd sure hate to break down here

Mile marker 215

So, I walked in.

"Hello, I'm Sedona! I'll be your server today! Now follow me and I'll seat you," An all-to- familiar, cheery voice said. It was HER.

Sooo... Does it Suck? I know, it's a bit on the short side. So tell me, press da pretty little purple button and...you know the drill.