Strange and Unknown

Traveling p.1

    I make another sandwich quickly, yet silently. I didn't want to wake my parents after all.
    My plan failed. I couldn't convince them to allow me to move to Nitsua. I need to know what my personality truly is, but I can't do that without traveling to Nitsua. Which is why I'm biking there. There's someone there who can help me. I doubt she remembers me though.
    Making the 7th and final sandwich, I shove all of the freshly made goods into a drawstring bag. Somehow, I had acquired a lot of drawstring bags, but that's besides the point. Placing the bag next to the suitcase full of my clothing, I sneak into the dark,  brown, minty, hallway. I'm definitely going to remember this hallway the most. I've spent countless days in this hallway, most of my fond happy, most of them sad. I'll miss it so much.
    Entering my room, I'm greeted by the stench of clothing and paper. Figures. I studied way too much to pay attention to anything else, which is why it smells like paper and clothing. Makes sense right? Probably not. Scanning the room for my pocket watch to bring along, I find it on my bed, along with my fedora and other random objects that I've used at least once.
     Might as well take the fedora while I'm at it, and I should also take some of the newspapers I've found from Nitsua to search for a job offer. I can't rely on my family too much now. Shoving the papers into my bag, I sneak out of the room, heading toward the garage, hoping like heck it wouldn't make a loud sound when I opened the super creaky door. If you think your door is creaky, you're most surely mistaken. My garage door is like a squeaky, rusted, rubber, hammer, though that's impossible to make, it should be easy to visualize. 
     Shoving the door open as fast as I can, it actually doesn't make a sound until it hits the wall, a loud CRACK sounding throughout the house. 
     Oh dear.

     I hear someone moving down the stairs. I have to move, while staying calm. Getting flustered is going to cause more problems. I quickly grab my suitcase and bag from the kitchen and run off. Oh crap, that's right, I need a note, explaining my disappearance. Running into the study without any disregard for sound, I immediately locate the paper and pen, about 3.5 meters away. I hear footsteps sounding closer, around a meter away. Can't run now, so might as well run past whoever's awake for it and explain while running. It's the only option I have left at this point.
     Turning around, I see my mom. 

"Cliste, why are you up so late at nigh-," she says, before seeing my bags, her sleepy mind starting to understand what was happening. 

"You aren't trying to go to Nitsua, are you?," she asked, with urgency in her voice. Welp, I guess I'm running now. I slowly walk past her...and explode into a sprint. She turns around quickly, stunned and confused. 

"Why do you want to go so badly?," she asks right when I reach the hallway leading to the garage, my back facing hers. Might as well start now.

"Mom, you may not understand it, but I have a feeling I can find something there. Almost like it's destiny."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I'm can't live like this, not knowing whether or not I'm faking a personality or if it's my real one! For some strange and unknown reason, I have a feeling I need to be at Nitsua for a while. I don't know how long, but I just need to be there..."

     She pauses, not knowing what to say. Turning my head around, I'm shocked to see her crying.
"You really have to go?"
     With my head down, I respond with a simple shrug. I love my mom, but I know I can't stay. 
"I guess this is goodbye then..." she says, running toward me and embracing me into a hug. I hug her back, holding back my tears. 
"I'll miss you and dad," I murmur, before a tear rolls down my cheek. Not because of the fact that I won't see my mom in a long period of time, and not because I'll miss her. I'm crying because I felt nothing and only thought of desperately leaving without them knowing, and because I didn't think once about how they would feel.
"I'll miss you too, Cliste."
     Turning around to face the door again, I walk out with my bags, open the garage, and pull out my bike out of the piles of stuff lying around it. Hopping on, with my luggage in tow, I begin to bike to Nitsua (not before turning on a GPS anyway). Biking off, I turn to face my house one last time in a long while. 
"Goodbye," I say, "and thank you for everything."

Well, this was a long chapter. I spent around 40 minutes on it. Did you guys like it? Probably! But anyways, I might start showing parts of Cliste's childhood, just to give everyone an understanding of why he's so fond of his home. Also, next update should be soon! Thanks for reading!

-Ducky