Get through Senior year. That's all I needed to do then I would finally be able to get out of Oklahoma.
Head down and keep quiet. That's all I had to do and I would survive. That was my strategy.
Until I caught the attention of the wrong person.
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I looked at myself in my mirror, approving of my appearance. It was a gloomy day and soon it was going to rain and I had practice today.
I zipped up my jacket over my tank and pulled up the loose sweatpants I had on. I made sure to tie my sneakers tightly and managed to braid my locks behind my back. I was already late as is.
Grabbing my soccer bag, I placed it over my shoulder and hurried out of my room.
"And where do you think you're going?" My father's voice stops me the moment my hand touches the doorknob of the front door.
I sighed, turning to face my dad but keeping my hand on the door. "To practice. It's Wednesday." I remind him.
His eyes narrowed, crossed arms. "You do remember that you are grounded, right?"
"Yes, dad." I nod, irritation consuming me. "I know. You made it very clear." I got to leave but his voice stopped me again.
"That also means not leaving the house for anything unless I say so."
My hand leaves the knob and I turn to face my dad completely. "You can't stop me from going to soccer practice." He knows how much soccer means to me.
"I wouldn't have to if you didn't sneak out to a party."
I groan, irritated now. "I made one mistake."
"A mistake that can turn into many more."
I understand that he was just a worried father and was trying to protect me, especially since I was his only child, but he can't go all the way out from making one mistake. I barely make mistakes and my grades have always been on point. I've always taken my education seriously and he of all people knew that.
"It was one mistake. I don't understand why it's such a big deal."
He frowns, his jaw ticking. "Maybe I wasn't too pleased that some boy dropped my daughter off. Not only did you drink at the party but you slept over at a boy's house."
"We didn't do anything." I shook my head, completely over this conversation that we were having once again. "In fact, he helped me."
"Boys your age only want one thing and I don't want my daughter to..." He hesitates, his eyes glazing over as if he was contemplating his next words.
