Misadventures Of A Sneak

FIRST INCIDENT

I can't believe i'm doing this. I've always been a goody-two shoes. My parents are the kindest people in the world, and they gave me everything I ask for. Of course, there are limits. Hold the Mean Girls' famous line meme: The limit does not exist. Well for my parents, there is and I completely understand. I'm not one of those teenagers who goes through a rebellious phase just because they couldn't get their way and they think that no one understands them. I'm a very reasonable person. I completely understand my parents when they don't give me what I asked for. It's either they just can't, it's not good for me, or I don't deserve it; and it's usually the latter. You see, as grade conscious as you can be, there are still those teachers who are set out to destroy your dreams. Anyway, what I'm saying is, my parents are super good people and they don't deserve an ingrate of a daughter who sneaks out in the middle of the night just to buy concert tickets. I never planned on doing such things, too. Usually, I'd ask for money for novels, comic books, movie tickets or food. More for the latter. I have nothing against music. In fact, I love it. Who doesn't? It's one of the greatest joys in life. It's the concerts I have problems with. It's always full of loud, obnoxious and aggressive people. Especially this particular concert, since it's pop rock or something like that. I don't even know who's playing. I'm more of a country rock, jazz and classical fan, when it comes to music. All of which seems to be sadly, a dying breed. A tragic truth, yes, in our generation. But, as long as there are people like me who doesn't give up on them, they'll keep on fighting for their last breaths.

I guess you're wondering what the hell I'm doing then, sneaking out in the middle of the freaking night just to buy concert tickets, if I don't even know the band who's playing nor like their type of music? Well, all I can say is, when push comes to shove, which means; I'm desperate.

Right now, I'm standing in my bedroom, with my ears pressed up against one side of the wall, listening intently. I've been in this position for like, half an hour, and my neck is starting to get stiff. I massaged it a little without taking my ears off the wall.

Then, I heard it. The thing I'd been waiting to hear. The unmistakable sound of my father's snoring. I've heard my mom's snore five minutes ago, which is a completely different tune. I listened further, making sure that what I'm hearing is right before I started backing away. I was very careful due to my very creaky, stupid floorboards. I crept over to my bed and made sure my decoy's realistic. I borrowed a doll from a friend of mine with a realistic hair, and put it facing down on my bed, against my pillow, and covered it up with my comforter, so that only the hair is showing to look like mine. I got the idea from Cruel Intentions. Don't judge me, I've never done this before. I shrugged seeing that it's fine. I guess it's the best I can do. My parents doesn't even come to my room in the middle of the night. This is just a precaution. I'll be back before they ever knew I was gone. Right?

Then I crept up to my window and slowly yanked it open. I cursed with every small squeak it made. When it's finally wide open, I stopped to make sure that I have everything I needed in my backpack. My wallet, the concert money, my phone and my keys. Then it only dawned on me that I can't take my car. It's in the garage which means that if I took it out, the noise will wake up my now, hopefully, very asleep parents. I cursed under my breath, quietly slapping my forehead with my wrist. Stupid! How did I not think of this? I guess I'm just gonna have to make do with my bike. I could always call a cab if I get tired.

I took a deep breath. I am already regretting this.

It's okay, I'll buy the tickets and be back before they even realize that I'm gone. It won't take that long. I'll be fine. They don't have to find out. I'll be fine.

I chanted the words in my head. I know I sounded paranoid, but you have to understand; I don't do this kind of thing, at all. I'm a goody-two shoes, remember? Plus, this isn't exactly the safest town in the world.