The Quest to Happiness

CHAPTER 1 Kaitlin

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I woke up in the morning frustrated with myself.

Why do I have to wake up this early? Damn school hours. My eyes suddenly were wide awake as realization crept in, and a smile spread across my lips. Because actually...

Today I am ditching school, and instead, I am going to a concert by Green Day.

I stood up and went to my closet; I took out my sleepover bag and filled it with clothes. Then I went downstairs, took a bowl out from the cupboard, and filled it up with cereals and warm milk-- yes, I eat it with warm milk, which my sister, nicely enough, had already warmed up for me. She sat at the table with her own bowl of cereals, her hair a mess when she yawned and rubbed her sleepy eyes.

 It looks like someone didn't go to bed early.

"Morning," she mumbled, which took me by surprise; we don't do that kind of stuff in this house since we all seem to hate mornings except for my dad, of course, who complains about being lost in this house full of females (even the cat).

"Whatever, " I answered. When I finished, I brushed my teeth, picked up some utensils to take with me, and packed them in the bag. Then I dressed and got ready. Today I wanted to have a green Day. So I put some green jeans on and a green T-shirt with 'Green day' printed on it, in blue. Well, I didn't have green shoes, so instead, I wore my daily normal white Converse.

"Mum!" I shouted. I went to her bedroom to find her lying on her bed in the dark, but I knew she was awake.

"I am leaving," I announced.

"Did you pack everything?" She asked to my annoyance because she always had to ask. I rolled my eyes, which she luckily couldn't see since it's dark because it would have pissed her off. It would lead her to claim that she would want to help me and make sure I didn't forget anything. But it gets annoying when it makes you feel like you cannot think of it yourself.

"Yes, I did."

"Do you really want to carry that the whole day with you"-pointing at the sleepover bag-"you could leave it here, you know, come home after school and pick it up and then go to Tiffany's after," she suggested.

"I'm fine."

"Yes, and don't forget this is an exception because I like your friend."

"Yes, whatever, Mum"

"Don't 'whatever'-me."

"Yes, mum, I'm sorry, bye!" I turned around after she replied and left. No,  I ran to the train station. My mum believes that I am going to Tiffany's after school, sleepover, and return home after school on Friday. Well, that's a lie, since I will go to the Green day concert and return home Friday late enough to make it look like I came from school instead of the train ride back home.

"Hey, guys," I greeted. They all replied in a round of 'hey's.'

"You totally would have been late to school if we were going, and we would have had a class with Mr. Doll. He would have killed you...again," Tiffany warns me and rolls her eyes. The teacher isn't called Mr. Doll for real. We call him that name because he had this bizarre curly hair that looked like plastic. So they looked like dolls hair with bad quality.