I quickly glance at the alarm clock, it’s already eleven. I haven’t slept this late in forever. The one thing I’m happy about is the fact that it’s Saturday. No school, no flyers being passed around, no laughing through the halls at my account. I walk, opening the door to the balcony, the sun shining on my face lifts my spirits up momentarily. I’m in desperate need of my cinnamon latte, so I pull some clothes out of the bottom drawer, getting dressed. I realize I can’t hide forever, so I continue into the bathroom and make the finishing touches. “Morning, Kitty Kat.” I hear my father say as I make my way into the kitchen. “Morning.” I start to walk away, grabbing my purse, a good book and the small throw hanging over the chair. “Where you off to in such a rush?” I shrug, “Nowhere.” “Kat, where are you going?” He asks again.
