Quentin was up and dressed for school at 6:30. The rest of the hour was spent making sure that he was happy with the exact manner that his hair stood on his head. It had been two weeks since he had dyed the top portion pink and it was a decision that he had been supremely pleased with. With that task completed he headed into the kitchen to find his father staring blankly at a newspaper. “Hey, dad.” He patted the man on his shoulder and got a grunt in response. Without even bothering to toast them he grabbed a packet of Pop-Tarts and began to eat them there right next the the cabinet he had found them in. “You know you never turned the toaster on right?” His father looked up at him and Quentin walked over to the toaster pushed down the switch on the toaster and it began the process of toasting the waffles that had been sitting there for what was likely around twenty minutes. Alan offered his son a sheepish grin and gave a small wave as Quentin walked into the garage. 

The teen hit the button beside the door and took a seat in the Focus he drove to school. As soon as he was in the car he looked over his shoulder to make sure his back pack was still sitting on the back seat where he left it and then buckled up. A turn of the keys brought the white car to life. Positive that nothing had been forgotten Quentin started the drive to school. It was a longer trip than most of the other students probably made, but there wasn't much in the way of traffic so he managed to make to Angel Grove High with time to spare. 

Like many people he was a creature of habit and took the same parking space he normally used and waited for the song playing on the radio to end before turning the car off. After reaching back and grabbing his backpack Quentin exited the vehicle and started the walk to class. As soon as he steeped off of the parking lot he hit the button on his car key and locked the vehicle with out looking back.