I’m sitting, waiting for Oli to come. My parents are not home, so I don’t have to worry about getting caught, even though I’m eighteen and legally an adult now. After we do this, we’re going to run away together. We’ll have to hide, but I don’t care as long as I’m with Oli. I left them a note so they know I wasn’t kidnapped. They never trusted us together, but they won’t find it till we’re long gone. They always spend a few weeks away when trying to regain their youth. They always go without me. I peek out the window again, waiting to hear the noise of Oli’s car engine coming down the street. Nothing. I sit back down on the couch. I can see the window and the door from this seat. The window, with the curtains wide open so I can see the headlights, and the door with my suitcases next to it, looking anxious to leave, just like me. I’m so nervous. They always had someone watching us, never leaving us alone. But I convinced them we had broken up. I even stayed in my room for a few days, pretending to cry whenever they tried to come in. Although not all of those were fake.
     I take one last look at this house before I leave. I hear the car stop in the driveway. I see all of my memories here, both the good and the bad, and take one last look before put them away.
     I jump in the car after putting my suitcases in the trunk. I turn to Oli and we kiss. I pull back and Oli says, “Are you ready?” I look at the house and see them. All the people I could have become if I stayed here. There’s so many of them, and each one is different. But each one is without Oli. Turning back to that perfect face, I say, “I’m ready.”
     We drive away, picking up speed as we go down the quiet neighborhood street. I turn back one last time and see all those people, everything I could have become, fading away, but turning forward, I see many forming in the distance.