Nick Dawson looked around his room one last time. He was finally finished packing up for college. He made sure he had everything on Virginia Tech's recommended list, loaded it into his car, and went back to look at his bedroom one last time. He hadn't lived in it long but he was going to miss the little things about it. Like the hole in his wall caused by a mixture of the and of an Avenged Sevenfold concert, Monster Energy, and an idiot dare. Of course he mother was furious for him causing damage to the wall and himself, and told him to earn the money to fix it, but he took it as a reminder of what he thought was the best night of his life. His mom, with her maternal instincts in full affect, downloaded a full list of things for him to take with him.

"Are you sure you have everything?" She asked, not wanting him to leave.

He sighed. "Is everything checked off?"

"Don't be a smart-ass."

"Sorry. But everything except my bass, this last bag, and myself is in the Nissan."

She sighed. "Alright, I guess my baby is off to college. Stay at least 15 miles within the speed limit."

"No promises."

"Well, you need to go." She pulled him into a hug. "I love you."

He hugged back. "Love you too mom." He ended their hug, loaded his last bag into his modified car, and drove off to Virgina Tech.

Just across the country in Rochester, New York, Kiara Kilgore couldn't be happier to get out of her house. About 25% of it was because she was going to college, the rest was because she was getting away from her parents. She thought I couldn't come at a better time, as her father is coming home from jail in two days. She was even more happy, because she wouldn't have to see his disgusting face. He was placed in jail for rape. Of a minor.

She shuddered at the thought of the image that now started to find it's way into her brain. She had a solution for when this situation occurred, music, specifically, Bullet for My Valentine and Avenged Sevenfold. As she went to grab her headphones from her room, she ran in to her mom. The last person she wanted to see at the moment. Her mother constantly bitched about how un-girly she was. She went from how she thought she should dress, down to what she should eat.

"Kiara, what are you wearing?" Her mom asked. Kiara looked down at her attire for the day. She had a white sweatshirt with a Monster Energy sign on the front and the bottom half of the sleeves, ripped skinny jeans, and purple Chucks on. She didn't think there was anything wrong with what she was wearing, but her mother thought otherwise. "Kiara, go change right now!"

Kiara looked at her mother. "Why should I change? I'm driving. I'm supposed to be comfortable."

"Oh and that's another thing. Young ladies should not be driving, especially that thing you call a car." That threw Kiara over the edge. Her mother said a lot of things, but she never insulted her car. Kiara spent hours at a time on her car. It was a little Toyota Supra RZ from 1997. She bought it herself because of her extensive research of the car and she knew how much her mom would bitch about it. She tuned the living crap out of it, from body kits, to steering wheels, to complete engine overhauls.

Her mom knew about the car a year after she bought it, but never said anything about it because she didn't want to go through the arguing that would ensue. She didn't understand a lot about her daughter, her love of rock music, the way she dressed, the boys she dated. But what she could never understand was why she spent so much time on that car. She believed that her men should be driving her around, in something with much more class, like a Mercedes, or BMW, God forbid a Lexus. But for some strange reason, she picked that dammed Toyota over anything she offered.

Kiara spoke up. "You did not just call my car a thing. That thing?" She said using finger quotes. "That's my life! That's what I use to get away from you and this horrible life I have."

"Your life isn't that bad."

"You think my life isn't bad? Let's go over the facts here. You won't shut the fuck up about how un-girly I am. Do you really know why dad's in jail?"

"For raping a 15 year old girl." Her mom said with a "no shit" expression.

"How old was I when he did it?"

"15. But I don't see what th—" She cut herself off as she came to the realization of what happened. "So he raped…"

"Yeah, he raped me. Apparently you couldn't give him what he wanted, so he set out to get it himself. By force."

Her mom stepped closer to her. "Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry."

Kiara stepped back. "Don't take another step towards me. Anyway, I have to go. Eric is waiting." She said as she walked off to her car. She started to think about why her life was so bad, but they were immediately cut short due to Eric calling.

She answered the phone. "Hey."

Eric immediately picked up on the sadness in her voice. "Aww is the better Danica having a bad day?" He called her the better Danica in refrence to Danica Patrick, who in both of their opinions wasn't the best driver.

"I've had better, I've had worse."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"We'll talk about it at your house, I don't feel like explaining over the phone. I'll be there in five."

"Ok." Eric said. Eric Molina looked at his car, a highly modified Mitsubishi 3000GT. He went to check the trunk to make sure everything was packed, and sat and waited for his best friend to come. As promised, Kiara arrived no later than five minutes later. She explained the interaction with her mother, and he returned some reassuring words. Kiara found herself lucky to have a friend as Eric. And everybody said you needed a gay friend. She had the best straight friend ever in this guy, and she was perfectly fine with it.

"Alright, come on," Eric said. "Take your boobs and get in your car. We need to be off to VT in," he looked at his watch. "half an hour ago." That probably means we should get a little speed."

"I'm fine with speed. It's the last thing I mind." She said