Life's A Mission

Chapter 8

I purposely walked at a snail's pace all the way home. I actually had time to admire the houses and scenery as I passed. I definitely was in no hurry to face my death. As I was shuffling across the gum filled pavement that had way too many cracks in to count, I heard my phone buzz and quickly opened my clutch bag to retrieve it.

James calling.

What's all this about? I wondered as I curiously accepted the call.

"Hey" I chirped but winced as I found my headache had not completely gone yet. Oh the joys of being hung-over.

"Listen Maria, there's no time for hello's, come to the office quick, we found something!" He replied, sounded like a kid in a candy shop, he obviously just wanted this case over and done with. To be frank, so was I, as much as I liked my friends, school was majorly boring. I knew everything the teachers taught. I learnt almost everything throughout my training. It was compulsory.

"Um, that's going to be a bit of a problem" I shameful stated.

"And how?" He scoffed. I knew he was getting irritated at the fact that he so badly wanted to tell me everything yet I was holding him back.

"I-err- kinda got drunk? Slept at some guys house and now I'm sort of walking home in clothes that I wore yesterday" I spilled out. I decided to tell him everything; after all he is one of my closet friends.

"MARIA" he scolded, although I could easily hear the hint of amusement hidden beneath the surface. "I never knew the goody two shoes could be so bad!"

"I'm sorry" I laughed.

"ok, ok, just get your but here!" He chuckled and disconnected the call.

During the phone call, I had not realised that my feet had moved until I was standing outside my door. A door usually meant safety; today it meant as soon as I walked in, I would be in so much trouble.

Deciding it was now or never, I turned the knob slowly, and stepped inside as I pushed the door open wide. My heels clicked against the marble floor, in that moment I knew that my stupid heels would of alerted my presence to my parents. Awesome.

I sighed and knew there was no point hiding If they would of heard me, the practically have bat ears.

"I'm home" I called out, the echo of my voice travelling throughout the house.

I then heard my mothers unpractical shoes that she needs to wear to work as appeared from the kitchen and towards me, wearing a very stern looking face

"Look mum I'm sorry, I didn't notice the time" I said.

I knew there was no point in trying to save myself, she would punish me no matter what the excuse. A sudden though occurred to me, earlier when James called me a good two shoes, he was completely right, I had never done anything remotely wrong in my life. To be honest the worst thing I have ever done is probably cheating inconspicuously on one of my stupid spy tests. And now this- me being late, I was scared. I had no idea what would happen to me.

My oh so lovely and understanding mother placed her hands on her hips, over her black unwrinkled business dress that she only wore when she had some 'important' matters to attend to. Her blond hair; the complete opposite of mine, was pulled up into a tight bun that twisted at the top of her head. She looked extremely professional, and that only heightened my anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Young lady, what do you have to say for yourself?" She completely ignored my pitiful explanation.

"I'm sorry?" I tried again. "I lost track of time"