Breaking through, fiktiv historie om drømme.

after months of planning the runaway from my parents expectations. The day have come where I, Lina Vikram am going to escape to a better place, a place where I am aloud to be free and fulfill my dreams without getting judged. I can become a singer. I hope my parents know that I love them, I just dont want to live he life they planned for me. My dream is to live in Los Angelas and pursuit everything I want with my life. I am a 18 year old girl, my parents came to America from India to fulfill 'The American Dream'. But they didn't let go of their cultural traditions, even though they waned a better life for them self and me, they still stuck to the expectasions their parent had for them. The strict rules, high educational expectations, nothing below an A being okay etc. I am tired of the limits not being crossed, I want to push the boundries and show with hard work anything is possible if it makes you happy. Maybe one day they can realise that having a controversial job can turn out good. We are going to eat dinner, and I can't avoid my mother talking about my college plans, "so wich college are you going to choose" she said, and I answered with no interess in this conversation "I am not sure yet, there are too many choices and i cant pick one", maybe because there isn't a college that fits what I want, I thought to my self. "But Lina it is almost senior year and you have to pick one so you can send out your application and get admittet", my dad said anoyed because he reminded me everyday. "I just need some time to figure everything out, the deadline for aplicating is January, and it is June, so i still have plenty of time" I said with a hope of them dropping the subject. It is 9 pm and I am in my room pretending to study, so my parents wont disturb me. Everything is packed and all I am waiting for my parents to sleep so I can sneak out. I am taking three bags with me, one with my laptop, hygenical things and makeup, another with clothes and a little hanbag filled with little things, a waterbottle, gum, wallet, passport etc and papers that i signed for the lease of the new apartment with my cousin. I am taking a bus from Portland to Los Angelas tonight at 1 am. Then my cousin Serafina is picking me up from the bus station and tacking me to her apartment. She ran away a few years ago, my aunt and uncle was heartbroken and tried to get her home. They never got rid of her stuff, i guess it was too hard for them to loose a daughter, and feeling they did something wrong. But I am gonna leave a letter that they will find in the morning. And by the time they find it I will be long gone. The letter says; Dear mother and father. I ran away to a place where i can be myself, where no one is pressuring me and making me feel wrong. I am sorry that you had to find out this way, but I want to be a singer, music have allways been my dream and now I