Ariana Grande Mom Imagines

Runaway PT2

(The rest of this 'Runaway' story is in partnership with myloveforari! She is an incredible writer and one of my close friends on this platform. Please check her out!)

Y/N POV:

I mentally cheered as the bell rang for the end of the day.

It was the last day of the school year and I had passed with straight A's. I was officially done with Sophomore year and I was very excited to be able to have freedom this summer. 

The bus ride home was loud, per usual, and I was happy to finally be off of it when my stop came.

"Bye Janus! Thanks for the awesome year!" I said to my bus driver.

"Of course honey, and you have an incredible summer. Goodbye!" She said sweetly, waving to me.

I waved back and jogged up the hill to my house. I opened the front door and set my bag down, closing it behind me. I quickly slipped off my shoes and skipped into the kitchen to get a drink. 

Grabbing a glass, I put some ice in and was pouring some water when my mom walked in. Her eyes were glued to her phone screen and she didn't seem happy at all.

"Hey Mom, how ar-" "Y/N what is this." She said, interrupting me.

I quirked and eyebrow and looked down at her phone. She had my grades pulled up, making me confused. They were all 100% A's, minus English which was a 97%, which was still an A. 

"Your English grade is a 97. What are you doing in there? Sleeping?" My mother said harshly, glaring at my face.

I squinted, thinking she was joking. "Mom, that's a passing A+."

"It's not 100%, are you slacking in that class?" She yelled, making me flinch slightly.

"No, of course not! You know how hard Ms Grunwald is! She hates my guts and pushes me harder than any other kid who she teaches." I shouted back.

Her face darkened and she slowly walked towards me.

"Don't talk back to me. You're grounded." 

I looked at her like she was crazy. Grounded? For a 97% A+? What is she on about?

"Bu-" 

"No buts." My mom spat, "Go to your room and stay there for the rest of the night." 

I sighed but trudged over to the stairs, tossing my empty cup in the sink.

"Oh, and put your phone and laptop on my bed." She said, not taking her eyes off of her phone.

I groaned quietly and walked upstairs to my room, dropping my beloved devices in her room on the way. Flopping onto my bed, I pulled out a book from my nightstand and flipped to the page I left off on. I was about 5 paragraphs in when I heard the front door open and shut. Peering out my window I see my moms white Range Rover back out of the driveway and pull off.

I stared at the empty spot where her car was parked. All of the memories of being neglected and yelled at came rushing through my head and I finally made my decision.

I'm going to run away.

Hhhhhhhhh

Anyways me and myloveforari are going to publish the third part later tonight.

Thanks for all of y'all reading this, I really appreciate it.

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