Andria Sullivan found herself wandering the California free way. Alone. The heat from the sun blaring against her skin, and the cars whizzed past her. Not taking a single glance at her. Not once, or twice did a car slow down. "Damn if only I could catch a ride." She muttered. The fact that her mom , and her got into a severe argument that led to this upset her. But there was no way she was backing out now. She had told her parents that she would do this. That her dream of singing on stage would come true. No matter what.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Why the fuck would you want to do that? Singing is a profession meant for dreamers. Our Daughter is not a dreamer!!!!!!!!!" Her mother spoke to her. Following her up the stairs that led to her bedroom. Of course mom would say something like that. Her mother wanted her to be just like  her. Like a freakin copy cat.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Well Iâ€™m fucking sorry Mother I AM NOT YOU.OR DAD. Matter of FACT FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE I WANNA BE KNOWN AS ME. And not the daughter of Amber, and Frederick sullivanâ€™s CHILD." She slammed the door her long blonde hair falling down her back like a water fall. "Damnitt." She thought as tears stung her eyes. Nothing could change her mind. She began to pack a suitcase. Preparing for her long trek across California. She needed to travel all the way to New York. Even if that meant doing it by feet. Her door was locked and both her parents were screaming at her. That if she left this house she would no longer be thought of as a Sullivan.</span><br/><br/><br/>She was pulled out of her thoughts as a car passed by her slowly. Jamming music as if the person driving it was checking her out. She was no whore , and had this happen over 50 times in a single hour. I mean how many times can a car be a male driver?" She thought sighing. It had only been three hours since she left her old home. Her feet felt as if they were jello, and  that at this very moment she could collapse from the heat. The last time she had a place to get water she made sure to buy several bottles of water. It would do her no good to die while she went after her dream. However, that put a dent in her 300 dollars that she had collected from chores that she had done for her parents. At least now she would never have to touch a dish, or garbage bag for themâ€¦for the rest of her life.<br/><br/>That car was still trudging along beside her. Damn Car â€¦.Just keep fucking going. There is nothing to see here."  She thought as she shifted her backpack on her shoulders. The heat blazed on her skin, making her seem to shine a bit.