Leaving

I was so done with this town, I couldn't take it anymore. All the same people and all the same things, I would wake up, go to school, get home, do homework, go to bed and then repeat the next day. It got boring after a while so I decide to run for it, leave this old nasty ass town forever and well with my best friend of course she was as sick of the town as I was.
I gripped the steering wheel of the 1969 Boss 429 Mustang, the engine purred so perfectly as I drove down the highway away from the old town and to some where else. I don't know where but any where that's not here is better.