Tainted → Justin Bieber

SEVEN.

"I was going to talk to you about this last night but I didn't want to interrupt your sleep." My mom bursted through my bedroom door. "Since I'm home from work that gives us enough time to talk."

I looked up from my phone and frowned, "What?"

"This, Lacey." She slammed the 7Eleven cup I had gotten last night when I was out with Noah, on my desk. "Care to explain?"

I stared at the cup across the room and inwardly slapped myself for leaving it on the table in the foyer last night. How could I have been so dumb?

Mom placed her hands on her hips and huffed. "I thought I told you to stay away from the other side of town. I thought I told you it wasn't safe to be over there."

"Mom, it's not as bad as you're trying to make it seem." I argued. "You're making it seem like it's full of violence when in reality it's not!"

"Well it can lead to that with the way those kids act." She spat.

I shook my head and looked back down at my phone.

She stood in my doorway for several more seconds and said, "You never listen to me."

"Yeah well it's hard to do that when you never say more than two words to me."

"Lacey you're grounded for a week. That means you don't leave this house and no one comes over. You're lucky I'm not taking your phone."

I looked up at her in disbelief. "Mom you can't do that. For one I'm seventeen and two I work. I have--"

"I already called Joan and told her you won't be working until next week."

"Why would you do that?!" I yelled. "All because I wanted to have a little fun for a change? I hate you, you know that? I really do!"

Mom looked at me with wide eyes, disappointment etched on her face. She turned on her heels and closed my bedroom door behind her.

I can't even begin to describe the anger I was feeling. Mom never speaks to me about anything but yet has the right to ground me whenever she feels like? I grabbed one of my pillows and flung it across the room watching it pounce off of the wall and onto the floor. Then I sank down in my bed and crossed my arms over my chest, staring at the ceiling.

How the hell was I possibly going to be able to say in the house for a week without being able to do anything?

I wasn't.

-

I opened my eyes and sat up, finding that it was already dark outside. I grabbed my phone beside me and looked at the two new messages I had recieved.

Amber:
What's up?

Me:
Im grounded...

I rolled my eyes as I typed out the response.

Noah:
I came by looking for you today.... your mom told me what happened. Guess it was a bad idea after all.

Me:
No it wasn't. I should've been more careful..

I checked all of my social media accounts and was so tempted to update all of my statuses to 'fml' but decided against it. It was only a week, I mean it couldn't be that bad right?

Wrong.

I'm not one of those people who liked sitting in the house watching reruns of reality tv and eating family sized bag of potato chips and cookies. I actually enjoyed going outside and getting fresh air, thank you. I was sure to be stir crazy in the next two days.