Ce n'est pas une pipe: A TFIOS fan fiction

Chapter 8: Dial Three Numbers

"It's not what it looks like!" I blurted out.

My grandma looked at me. She clearly would be tough to convince that Noah and I weren't off doing... Whatever boys and girls do. Her imagination involved a lot of things that my mother had done... Some of the things were not good at all.

Trust me, I may have enjoyed my brief walk with this strange boy, but I certainly wasn't intentionally with him. I tried running from him and he just chased me! How is that my fault?

Well, I guess I did sneak out in the first place. And I let him walk home with me. But it wasn't my fault!

Stupid boys. They seem all nice for a minute, then run when you need their help.

I looked back at my Grandma. She practically had steam coming out of her ears. She was fuming.

Oh no.

She stared at me for another few seconds. Her eyes were burning holes into my soul.

Finally, she opened her mouth to say something.

"Inside. Now." Grandma ordered.

I slowly walked inside, dreading what could happen next. This was going to get very ugly. It was only six a.m. and as far as I know, she had been waiting out on the porch all night. That means she'll be even more angry than she would be otherwise.

Grandma used to tell me that my mom would hate to follow the rules too. My mother wanted to defy her destiny. My mother always did stuff she wasn't supposed to do, like going to Amsterdam with my dad. My mom says that was what killed them both, well it sped up the process, but without that trip I wouldn't have existed.

So I guess Amsterdam was a good way to break the rules. Sneaking out, however, is not.

Somehow I doubt any miracle (like myself) will come out of this whole sneaking out thing.

Unless I don't get grounded for the rest of my life. That would be a miracle.

I wonder if I am going to get a speech about my mother, or a punishment. It will probably be the latter.

I sat down at the worn table as Grandma flipped the lights on. My vision blurred, as I had adapted to the night already.

Instead of sitting next to me, Grandma went into the kitchen. I could hear the clicks of the phone keys being pressed three times.

A thought rushed into my head... Did grandma call the cops on me?

I doubted it, but the thought stayed in my mind. After all, she didn't even let me go outside without her or Grandpa.

I started to sweat. In a few minutes, I could be going to the police for questioning, or being confronted by the police, or doing something involving those dreaded three numbers.

Most people in town are aware that Noah Calot is the bad boy. Even his adoptive parents are always frustrated with his pranks.

Grandma probably thought I was going to egg houses with him or something.

This may end poorly.

Even if it isn't serious, maybe Grandma wants to scare me. Force me to follow her rules. Calling the police would surely scare me, so if that is her goal, it will definitely work.

And it honestly ignites a flame of fear in my body.

I sit there, panicking. "I don't think she'll really do that, would she?" I say aloud.

"Do what?" Grandma asks as she walks into the room again.

"I-" I started but was cut off by Grandma.

"Do what Aurora?" She asked again.

I looked at her. Should I tell her?

"Maybe... Call the cops or something because I snuck out and came home with Noah. You probably think I was off doing bad things but I wasn't."

She stared at me for an infinite number of minutes until she said, "I did call the police just now."

And she dropped the bomb.

I stared at her, dumbfounded. Although I had guessed it, why would my grandma call the police on me? Who does that?

Grandma stared at me, looking angry, yet upset, all while looking apologetic.

How could she?

I stood up, knocking my chair backwards and stormed up to my room. I locked the door.

The police where going to have a hard time getting to me now.