"Oh, not again! I'm dead for sure this time!" These words flood my brain as I wake up in a bed that is not mine. A room that is not in my house. In a neighborhood that is even close to mine. I can't even remember the latter half of last night. I do remember Jonny picking me up and we both lied to my mom telling her I'd be back before midnight. We told her that we were going to see a new movie that was just released on DVD. To say the least, we had not watched a movie. I look over and judging by the girl next to me stark naked, I had gotten action last night that I could never get from any movie. I feel bad though. I can't even remember this girl's name.
I slowly crawl out of the bed and seerch the floor for my underwear and jeans. If I can at least get those I can get a shirt somewhere, whether or not it is mine. My underwear is on a desk chair by the door and my jeans are under the chair. I slide them on and out of the corner of my eye see my Batman t-shirt. I silently get dressed and slowly exit the room. I don't want to deal with the girl.
I go down the stairs and exit the house. Leaving it all askew. The yard looked worse than the house, which was pretty bad. I don't need to worry about it though. I need to get home before my mom wakes up. Today is Saturday, which means mom doesn't get up until about 8 o'clock. I check my phone and it is 7:45. I need to run.
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Out Past Curfew
Teen FictionJace Marks is the star player on the Kingston Knights high school basketball team, academic leader and possibly most popular and well-liked kids at Kingston, but he has a knack for being out too late which will land him off of the basketball team.
