What is the definition of Happiness?

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(This is Mari's p.o.v.)

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I hit the annoying alarm clock on my beside table that had probably been going off for a few minutes, and I peeked over at the now silent alarm clock to see the time 7:52 am in green on the face of the small device. It was the first day of school, that I was so not ready for, but I reluctantly dragged my tired limbs out of bed before I got too comfortable and went back to sleep. I slowly slugged my way to the bathroom, trying my best not to run into the wall or the hamper full of my previously worn clothes. I opened the door to only be greeted with a blast of cold air that hit me like a bunch of bricks. 

Trying my best to ignore the rising goosebumps on my arms and legs, I grabbed a loose hair tie, tied up my hair, and brush my teeth because who wants bad breath on the first day of school. When I finished with my minty teeth cleaning, I undid my messy bun, letting my wild hair fall loosely on my shoulders, and started brushing my blonde hair until all of the knots I tied in my sleep were gone. I then decided to do something simple instead of my typical braid, so I pulled my hair up into a high ponytail leaving some strands out because I liked the way it looked.

 I walked back to my room to pick out my clothes only to realize I hadn't done my laundry yet. This meant my choices were limited, but I would just have to make do with whatever my hands pulled out of my disorganized closet. Reaching my bedroom, I opened the closet door and started grabbing whatever I saw, pulling it out judging each piece of fabric I held in my hand for seconds before throwing behind me. After pulling almost every item of clothing that was left to collect dust in my closet, I settled on a white muscle shirt, a light blue knit sweater, a pair of black skinny jeans, and white converse.

When I finally finished getting dressed I looked over at the time on my phone seeing the numbers 8:22 am on the screen which made me panic because I realized I only had about 23 minutes before I would be late. I mean think about it, being late on the first day of school just spelled 'Troublemaker,' and have a bad reputation on the first day of school. Grabbing a breakfast bar out of the cabinet, my black and red shoulder bag, phone and headphones, key, and slipping on my shoes before rushing out the door to get to school hopefully on time.

Here is a back story on why I'm going to a new school in the first place. 3 years ago my mom passed away from breast cancer (typical), since she died it left my dad depressed, which meant (here it comes) I had to take care of my 2 year old twin siblings because my dad would go out drinking all the time. Now lets think about this for a second I'm 15 currently and at the time I was only 12, so how do you think I felt, being in 7th grade, having to take care of my siblings' like they were my children. 

Well I did, I pretty much raised them the best a 12 year old could in those three years, and by that I mean I would wake up during the night to give them bottles. I would change them, bathe them, feed them, and drop them off every morning at a local daycare before going off to school. I almost became like a mother more than a big sister to them, and even though I had to take care of them I kept my grades up to all A's and always did my work during the night while the twins slept. Never once did I regret taking on the responsibility of taking care of them because I got to enjoy their 3rd, 4th, and 5th birthday. Despite it being with the daycare, and some of the other parents there, I still loved it more than anything. On occasion I would get so mad at my dad for missing their birthdays and when he would leave for a few days it just pissed me off so much, but all I could do was cry and cry until my eyes were red or until the twins would comfort me.

 One day though late at night I was getting home from the grocery store with bags for next weeks meals when I saw a red car parked outside the front, but I made no mind of it and walked inside only to be greeted with the gross and messy make out scene of my "dad" and some black-haired chick. It looked like at any moment she was ready to strip off the skimpy black dress she had on. I mean the heels she most likely was wearing were already on the floor. Trying my best to make as little sound as I could, I tried to walk to the kitchen to put away the bags of food I still held in my hand, but luck wasn't on my side as always and the door suddenly shut loudly, catching the attention of the make out couple. 

It became the most intense staring contest I have ever been in. My dad seemed like he was burning holes in me with his dark brown eyes and slowly started making his way over to me, all I could do was stand there like a statue and pray to god that he didn't slap me for interrupting his make out scene. When he reached me he towered over me and asked me in the most creepy monotone voice "why are you here." All I did was stand there with a lump in my throat trying to make the words come out, until a few stuttered words shivered out of my mouth, "I w-w-was g-getting groceries," he just stood there, staring at me until the chick mentioned to him that he should tell me. 

Tell me what? What was he going to say 'that he finally got a sex buddy' but what came out was way worse than anything I ever thought he would do or say, "I'm getting married." Three words that I feared and hoped would never even come out of his mouth. Everything in my body shuttered and I felt like I was going to pass out or even fall over, but all I did was put my head down and walked to the kitchen without a word, put away the groceries, went to bed, and cried.

 I cried and cried for I don't know how long until my eyes hurt and my mouth became dry. I didn't care because all I knew now was that the little bit of happiness I had would be gone soon. In the next few weeks my dad got married to the woman who's name was now Liena Roberts, and this woman was probably one of the worst people I have ever met. She couldn't cook anything, she always reeked of alcohol, looked like a clown with all the make up she wore, and she did nothing to help me care for the twins.

 I despised her mostly because she couldn't even help buy food from the store, and the only thing she did buy was more make up and hair spray. It made the house reek of chemicals. It already smelled from all the alcohol they drank, but now it smelled like vomit with all the hair spray in the air and air fresheners bought in an attempt to cover the smell just made the smell more intense. Day after day it became more and more unbearable to the point of where I just left, I packed up clothes for me and the twins in a suitcase, a small bag of food, and took all of the money out of my "parents" safe ( which was about $5,000). Leaving on a bus to where I knew my grandma lived, and haven't seen them since. 

Which leads us to the present moment of me running to my first day of high school. I began live on my own during school because my grandma said she would take care of the twins getting to school; allowing me to have my independence. When I reached the front entrance of school I thanked life silently for making me love running so much, and walked in the gates ready for a new start, ready for a new life, ready to forget my past, and let it just blow away like the wind; never to be seen again. I was ready!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!!!

SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG, I WAS REALLY BUSY!

THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE OUT TOMORROW OR WHENEVER IM NOT BUSY!!

SORRY IF THIS WAS A WASTE OF TIME, I JUST GOT CREATIVE AND WROTE IT DOWN!!

IF YOU WANT ME TO ADD ANYTHING, OR TAKE OUT SOMETHING PLEASE TELL ME!!!

The pictue I got off of google, and is what Mari looks like.