Janiya shot out of the parking lot, heart pounding as she swerved close to oncoming traffic. She barely missed clipping a car, but hardly noticed; her mind was a storm of tangled emotions. Sad or free, she couldn’t tell. Leaving her family was more emotional than she realized. Something inside her had snapped, unleashing a hidden part of herself.
Gripping the steering wheel, she tore down neighborhood streets, her speedometer climbing past 50 in a 35. She didn't want to miss her flight. Without thinking, she merged onto the freeway, her foot heavy on the gas, weaving recklessly between cars. Tears blurred her vision until one sign cut through the haze: International Airport.
“Why is there so much traffic?” Janiya shouted, her knuckles white as she gripped the wheel. She blared her horn
