Every weekend was the same.
I would always go out of the house at the same time; 1 o'clock. I would always go to the nearby café and get my usual order, which was a green tea mixed with low-fat milk and a chocolate chip cookie. I would often sit down at the back of the café where no one could see me and read a different book every weekend. I would always have my earphones with me and listen to music. Finally, I would always like to shut people down in real life and spend most of my time in the café or the library where I could find better things to read or even do. I like being alone most of the time, sometimes it's just my hobby (if you can even count it as one) but sometimes, I just like to overthink a lot and not spend much time with my friends. Anyway, I see them five times a week so that's good enough.
This was always my boring routine that I like to do during the weekends. It was either this or stay home and let my parents think that their fifteen-year-old daughter doesn't have a life and just spends a lot amount of her time in the internet and doesn't have any friends at all. (Which I don't like them thinking about it because they worry a lot already about work) In all honesty, I have friends, a few of them but they spend most of their time in parties or their my twitter friends who live in different countries.
I like to keep a lot of things to myself and I'm not a very socializing person. I find socializing is a form of way just to annoy or bug someone in whatever they are doing. Most of the time, when someone tries to get to know me personally I get annoyed or irritated because I'm either reading a book or I get upset because I don't like making a lot of friends.
"A lot is overrated, a few is better." Was always my motto in life. I find a lot of people in one place very loud and unpleasing to the ears. That's why you can never see me in a party. In a concert? That's a whole new story.
I'd always wanted to go to a concert and feel the adrenaline pumping in my veins. Sweaty bodies bumping into one another, the music of my favourite band playing, the stripped down voices of the singers, and finally, being surrounded by a lot of people who also admires them like I do. Sadly, I hadn't gotten to experience that moment since there hasn't been a band that I like that has played in Hamburg, Germany. It was always in Berlin.
Berlin was the capital of parties, drugs, concerts, and a lot of stuff, Or that's what my parents want me to believe in. I don't really care much but I just want to experience my first concert.
It's funny how I'm already fifteen but my parents would mostly treat me like I'm just seven or something when it comes to me asking if we could go to a specific concert. They would always say no, and I would just sulk about it that night of the concert. Sometimes, I remind them that I'm already old enough to go to a concert and my mother would always give me a lecture about girls my age going into concerts, being kidnapped, raped, or something similar to that. I just tell her to stop and forget about it. I move on about those incidents very quickly and most of the time I don't bother asking my parents about going to a concert since I already knew what they were going to say. I save myself from hours of lectures and just spend time with a book or my phone.
I was walking to the café shop when I got a text from my father telling me that he's got some news and that after I get my tea and cookie, I should go straight home. I just replied a simple 'okay' and went to the café and ordered my usuals. I knew that somehow my parents or my siblings would want to get a piece of my cookie so I ordered four extra chocolate chip cookies. They warmed the cookies and while I was waiting, I was finishing my green tea that was so soothing in my stomach.
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