You know that feeling you get when you're in big trouble? Well, I'm feeling that exact same way right now.
Both of my parents' cars were parked in the driveway, the lights from the inside can be seen through the window out here. Whatever came next would be the death of me. They'll either ground me for life or beat me to death, either way I'm going to the same place. My deathbed. I really hope that they aren't upset. Last time I saw them was two days ago, and I didn't come home at all yesterday. The day before they were at work all day long which is common. But for the first time in a long time they were home at night, and I wasn't even inside with them... I'm going to die. Yup. And it's around midnight? Oh my word.
"Looks like you're in trouble" Chase teased interrupting my panicked thoughts. I turned to him to see a cheesy grin on his face as if the situation is funny. I'm going to die within a matter of minutes and he's laughing. This isn't a joke. This is literally a life or death matter but he sits there with a stupid goofy grin.
"Choke" I stated, clenching my fist at him. He bit the air, roaring like he was a tiger
"Nasty are we?"
"Go home" I snatched my skateboard off the back of his bike and turned around walking towards my front door.
"I'll see you soon Effy Glade" He chuckled. I spun on my heel with the most confused expression ever.
"How do you know my last name?"
"I did my digging" He shrugged, a small smile playing at his lips. Digging? What? Chase sent a playful wink my way before riding away on his bike. That boy I tell you.
Alright, I wish I could write a note to all of my friends to thank them for being there for me and to say goodbye but it's too late. It doesn't even matter, I have no friends. Oh well. I opened the front door quietly, pushing it back with ease careful not to make the annoying thing squeak.
Wait, are those mice crying? No, it's the front door screeching you idiot. Alarmed, I looked up hoping my parents didn't hear. But there they were standing side by side with the most furious looks plastered on.
"Mommy, oh my. I got abducted but thank god I was able to escape. The people were-"
"Save it young lady" She spoke aloud. She sounds beyond irritated, maybe I shouldn't lie. I'm already in deep shit.
"Dad, you've got to understand-" I ignored my thoughts that were telling me what was best.
"Who was that grown man you were outside with?" He asked. I looked at him like he grew two heads but I quickly pushed my shock away.
"What?"
"You were outside with a grown man on a motorcycle. Now, who the hell was that?" Again I gave him the look as if what he's saying was simply untrue.
"I wasn't with anybody. I rode here on my skateboard"
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Just A Game
Teen FictionSometimes you may think your life is ending, but it's not. Life's just a game we play. You're either winning or losing but you can keep on playing because the game's not over. You aren't at the end yet. You've got time.
