Hey this is my first story on wattpad! I hope you guys like it! If you like one direction you should like it!
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I walk down the stairs slowly to see both of my parent looking at me. They quickly turn away and I walk in to the kitchen. They start to whisper. I pear around the corner at them whispering to each other. I can tell they are talk about me, again. I go back to the counter and I continue to listen as I grab the Cheerios out of the pantry.
I am sure they are talking about yesterday, and how I stayed out to late again. They always worry about me. I hate when people worry about me. I'm almost 17, practically an adult. I can drive where ever and when ever I want and I have all the freedom in the world.
"Katie!" my mother calls to me
I don't reply.
"Katie?" she says again
I say "yes mother"
She responds "Will you come here so me and your father can talk to you ?"
I walk through the slightly opened door with my boil of Cheerios trying to spill it on our newly installed carpet.
They both stare at me again and then I sit down across from them. I feel like I'm being examined.
My father says "Katie we wanted to talk to you about yesterday."
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