Wolf's Peak (Book One)

Chapter 3

I sat at the kitchen table with two very angery parents. Steam practically spewed from their nose and ears. I waited for the ear full I knew I was going to get.

"I consider myself a sensible person, I consider this family a sensible family, but I just cannot make any sense out of your actions. I do not understand why you  were not home at three thirty or even four thirty." My dad exclaimed. "Because if school ends at three fifteen I would think it takes at the most fifteen minutes to get home and yet it took you around an hour and a half to get home that is with us calling you and telling you to get home. Who knows how long you would have stayed out if we hadn't had called? You do know that your grounded right?"

"I understand." I said staring down at the table.

"When your grounded it means you come straight home and you stay  here untill told otherwise. So why didn't you do that?" Shouted my dad.

"We thought something had happened to you baby. We were so worried." My mom assured, letting me know my dad wasn't mad at me; he was scared for me.

"I'm sorry." I said still looking down.

"Don't say sorry; tell us where you were." Yelled my dad. I sat there quietly as he ranted about how mad he was at me. "Now tell me where you were." He yelled worried and angery at the same time.

At this moment I was begging and using all my unused birthday cake wishes for the earth to open up and swallow me whole, because I knew I could never tell them where I really had been and I knew I couldn't lie to them. I kept my head low knowing I wouldn't be able to meet my dads eyes, so I looked at my lap and stayed quiet.

He huffed as he said, "just go to your room. We'll tell you what your punishment is later."

Quietly I stood up from the chair and walked up the spiral staircase, since it was closer. Once I was up the stairs I shut my door and changed into my pjs. I stayed quiet so I could listen to what they were saying, and know what was going on. Though it didn't matter I could hear them just fine with how load they were yelling.

My mom was the voice of reason, and my dad... well he was the exact opposite. "She is grounded for a week... no a month.... no a year. No wait a life time. Can we do that? Well who cares as long as she is alive she is grounded."

"Honey, lets be reasonable. How about a week no TV, no friends, and no after school stuff?"

"Not good enough." He argued.

"Henry, may I remind you that you and I did worse things than sneak out at night." My mom promped, and I could imagine her smiling at my dad causing him to calm down. Soon afterwards I heard an overflow of snickers and whoops come from down stairs as they whispered.

Knowing they weren't focused on me I opened my window and sat on the ledge in my window seat. I sat there listening to the noise of the wind as it brushed the chimes on the neighbor's porch.

"Are you enven trying to help me, because if so you getting me in trouble isn't helping in any way." I paused to see if the wind would respond. "I need you to prove that your trying to help me. Like a signal or something." I added hoping I wasn't being crazy, because most kids I knew didn't talk to the wind. But just when I began to doubt it the world started to dissappear and I remembered.

I stood in my doorway, but seven year old me was lying in my bed. But instead of my turquoise bedding, she was curled up in my old pink sleeping beauty bedding that I had discarded years ago. "Mommy can you tell me another story?" I questioned in my squeaky seven year old voice.