I Can't Wait Until I'm 18

Chapter 1

Sam's POV

Okay. Senior year, here we go.
"Samantha Marie get down here or you'll be late!" My mom called, interrupting my self pep talk.
I grabbed my back pack and hurried downstairs to get breakfast only to find one of my mom's food experiments sitting at the table. I made a disgusted face and grabbed an apple and bottle of Sunny-D Orange juice and rushed out to my car before my mom could talk me in to trying the things she called breakfast that day. As I started my car I looked up at my nice tall house with the fresh cut lawn and flowers and it's nice white picket fence and sighed.
My family was pretty wealthy I guess, my dad was the representative for our state and my mom was his perfect poster wife. And my brother and I were the nice, well behaved, poster children.
School went by as always, reuniting with the cheer team and old teachers and clubs, and I came home in a pretty good mood, which was out of the ordinary for me.
I walked inside to see both my parents sitting in the couch staring at me. "uh hi?" I said nervously.
my dad patted the couch "sit down, Sammy" he said.
I made my way to the couch and sat down and looked at both my parents. just to find the glares they sent me. "Sam we have a very important dinner with senate tomorrow and we check the basement to find the CDs, movies, and soda cans and all your crap all over!" My dad scolded.
I scoffed. "Dad! Oh my gosh, every where?" I snapped back "are you kidding me? There's like a pop can and maybe some CDs off the shelf I could go down and clean it in a second!" I continued.
"We shouldn't have to talk to you about these things anymore, you are almost eight teen years old and you're acting eleven" my mom joined in the argument "look at the shorts you're wearing! Some man is gonna try to pay you for sex and your dad will lose the election next year!" My mom rambled.
I was so annoyed. My shorts were covering at least half my thigh and they always do and yet all summer I heard this same lecture over and over.
"Samantha Marie I am not doing this again, this family needs to look nice and whether you like it or not you are in this family and I'm fed up. You know our expectations and they are not very high and you still ignore them. You are better than this. Act like it." My dad said in a stern voice.
"You want me to act eight teen? I'll act eight teen." I said. I was going to give them hell. They think I'm out of line? I will show them out of line.
I threw my bag aside and went straight upstairs to my room tearing clothes out of my closet and found black skinny jeans that had belonged to an old friend. I pulled her scissors from my desk drawer and cut the knees out. Next I pulled an old band tshirt from my closet that I had always been forbidden to wear. I cut down the sides to make it into a muscle shirt. I looked at the clothes sitting on my bed and bit my lip nervously. I went into my parents room and searched for my mom's old things and finally found a black fringed shoulder bag and took it. I slipped on the tshirt and jeans and matched them with my converse. I looked at myself in the mirror and gasped. I had never worn anything that even showed as much as a bra strap without being yelled at. I threw my phone and my charger into the bag I had taken from my mom I was sure was from the 90's and opened my window.
I knew what I had to do. Talk to Luke Hemmings.
Luke and I grew up best friends until middle school when he went punk and I, of course, stayed the politicians daughter. We were still best friends until my parents decided he was an image issue for the Stones. They didn't word it that way but I know it's what they meant. Now Luke was the school Bad Ass and I knew he would help piss off my parents. I couldn't listen to one more lecture see one more old democratic douche bag sit at our dinner table complaining about taxes and my parents yell at me after for not joining in the conversation 'You're almost an adult people need to know its a topic of comfortable discussion in our house' they'd tell me.
I looked down at the drowns from my window and bit my lip. Here we go. I tossed my car keys in the bag and climbed out the window. I quietly jogged across the lawn we were forbidden to walk on because it made it look shabby and got in my car and started driving. I hoped to God LUKE hadn't moved out of their old house he had lived in back in middle school...three years ago.