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Chapter One: "Poster Child for the Golden Rule"

Chapter One: "Poster Child for the Golden Rule"

"Of course mom," I sucked my breath in, waiting for her to finish yelling. "I know what I did was wrong and I'm so so-", "No, I know that's no excuse but-", "Yes ma'am, won't happen again I pro-", "Okay, lo-". Then she hung up without even saying she loved me. Typical mother, yelling at her daughter for getting an A minus on her final test. Oh wait that's not normal. Unless you live with former Yale graduates who work 4500 mikes away and don't even bother telling you happy birthday.

Then you can call this normal.

I flopped on my bed backwards and played over everything she had said.

"If you keep getting anything less than a 97, you'll never get into Yale,"

"Don't cock an attitude at me young lady,"

"Damn it Alaska, grow up and get higher than a 95 for Christ's sake!"

"I hope you planned for Princeton because Yale doesn't take anyone with a 89 on their report card,"

More and more things passed through my mind, but I was interrupted by the home phone ringing.

"Hello?" I said awkwardly, hoping it wasn't my mother again. Yet, she had my cell number so I had no idea why she would call on this line.

"Alaska?" it was Jason, his voice gave me shudders.

"Oh! Hey!" my mood automatically heightened as the thought of him passed through me.

"Look, we need to talk," my eyes widened and I couldn't help but think over everything I ever did bad in my life. Other than stealing a chocolate bar from my mother's bed side table I was the posted child for the Golden Rule! I swear it!

"O-oh, okay. When and where?" my attempt to sound firm was not successful.

"Tonight? Herbie's Diner? Say sixish?" I nodded, then realized he couldn't see me.

"Sounds good. I'll see you at seven then," my voice was playful since he is usually late, but he didn't seem to want to joke around.

"See you at six Alaska," the line went dead and I knew I was in trouble. We have been dating for over a year, and have yet to you know, do it. My immediate reaction was to call Taylor. It was five twenty six and she was most likely at soccer so I wouldn't be able to call until after my dinner date at Herbie's.

"I am screwed," I told myself, still back first on my bed.

"Usually, I would say that's a quarter in the swear jar. But judging by your looks, I'll give you a free pass," I sat up with the most conviction as my back cracked in all different places. Lord I hated that sound.

To my much needed surprise and good news, it was Adam.

"Adam! What are you doing here?" I couldn't help but jump up and run into his arms. Entangling myself in my big brother.

"Hey there kiddo, just here to see how you're doing," usually I would be relieved to see him, but considering my current situation, I was not sure what bad news could possibly come next.

"Adam, your college is 500 miles away, you can't just 'come up here because you wanna' ," this was true and he knew it. We lived in a small town about twenty miles from Holden, Flordia. It took thirty minutes to the closest mall and yet I, got a scholarship to Yale

"I know I know, I just heard you got into Yale and I thought to congratulate you!" lies! I mentally yelled at him.

Lies, lies, lies, lies, and more lies!

"Usually I wouldn't believe you, and I don't. But you're here, I'm in a messed up situation, and honestly, I don't give one flying fudge nugget," I spilled to him as a look of confusion washed over his face, then a smug grin.

"Good go see your not the one filling the swear jar," I laughed cheekly and he should know better. Just because I was the poster child for the Golden Rule, and the No Drinking rule, and any other rule there is, did not mean I failed to use profanity.

"Of trust me big brother, I cuss like a sailor when you're not around," I patted his shoulder, looked down, then back up to him with a sly smile.

"Yeah, like I'd believe that. Mom and dad give you a free pass since you're going to Yale?" I nodded, indicating a yes to his question.

It was true, if I didn't drink, lie, have sex, or do drugs. And got into Yale of course, I was allowed to swear at desperate times. In my case, that was very often.

"So what predicament are you in at the moment?" he asked like I had a lot of issues, and honestly, I do.

"Jason said we 'need to talk' and he wants to meet at Herbie's in," I looked to the clock, it beamed five fifty two. "eight minutes, shit I'm going to be late," I squared in on my outfit. I looked like a homeless man that bummed cigarettes in front of a 7/11.

"You get dressed, I'll spot you a quarter for the swear jar, and give you a ride. It's on Hickory right?" he pointed to me and walked backwards out my door.

"Yes, three minutes and forty eight seconds away if you hit all the red lights!" I yelled to him as he shut the door.

Scrambling to my closet, I just choose a pair of light washed jean shorts, a grey and black tank top with palm trees, and my favorite white Converse AllStars. My long brown hair was a mess to my waist and I didn't bother brushing it. Discovering a hair tie on my doorknob, I pulled it into a high pony tail and skipped down the stairs, my converse hitting the wood and making some type of clicking sound. With my phone in my back pocket, I grabbed my wallet by the door and would put mascara on in Adams truck.

I demanded him to leave some in there in case of emergencies, which I have many, and look, another one right now.

"We have two minutes kid," he checked himself in the mirror as I sat staring at him. I was buckled and ready to go.

"Waiting on you, your highness," I anticipated him to start the truck but he didn't. "Dude, let's go!" it was five fifty eight.

"I missed you little sis," he looked me straight in the eye and I forced a smile.

"If I say it back, can we go?" he bobbed his head up and down like a child.

"I missed you too Adam," and with that we were off. Off to my irresistible doom.

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