Average (Lesbian Story)

Chapter Four

I left the classroom, then left the school. I had the spare key to the car Liana and I share. She's going to be a bit mad but, at the moment I don't really care, Liana can just get a ride home from one of her many slut friends or boy toys. 

        I had been in such a hurry to leave I forgot my purse, which contained the key to the car, in my locker. I ran back into the school in hope I wouldn't get caught by a teacher or even worse a student. While I was running I thought I had heard a noise behind me and, looked back. MISTAKE! As soon as I looked back I slammed into a hard surface and, fell backward onto the ground. I sat up rubbing my head and staring up at the figure above me. 

        "I'm really sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," I was trying to get them to calm down a bit.

        "Yeah you really should, you stupid little-," he stopped and stared at me.

        "What?" I questioned him, looking up at him quizzically.

        " Aren't you Liana?" he asked while offering me a hand up.

        "What?" I repeated.

        " Um..I've heard a lot about you but, I just want to say you're a lot more beautiful and nicer then what everyone makes you out to be."

        Am I hearing him right. He really thought I was my sister. I  take his hand and let him pull me up. He starts to babble on and begins to look nervous. For a second I think about agreeing with his statement, that I am Liana. I start to wonder what it would be like to be Liana. To have many admirers and even more friends, to have the entire world revolve around myself just for a little bit. The want , the need for attention becomes to much all of a sudden and before I know it I'm going on a date Friday night with the boy, whose name I learned was Brad. This is going to suck and now I'm going to have even more people hate me than already do.    

        I know what you're thinking, ' what could be so bad about going out with a nice boy you met at school?', the answer is everything. And do you want to know why that is, he thinks I'm my oh so wonderful sister.

        I needed to get out now. I got the key and ran back to the car faster than I thought possible.

        I had just turned down my street when I realized my mom had off today. I got the fuck out of there. I took a drive thinking about where I could go to just hang out until  school was over, but nothing came to mind. After 20 minuets of just brainstorming while driving I had a idea that just might work.

        I drove back towards my house, parked two streets over and cut through a couple people's yards, soon I found myself staring at my old childhood tree-house I had almost forgotten. I knew no one would think to look there so I quickly scaled the rope ladder and pulled myself on to the platform connecting to the bedroom sized  shack that had once been the place of eternal happiness to me.

        I walked in and was filled with memories that I didn't even know existed. For a while I just walked around the small space and examined all of the little toys and trinkets from so long ago. The amount of things I had forgotten about my childhood is uncanny, I feel Like this place is my own little piece of heaven. Only, I'm not quite sure I'm even happy up here. Don't get me wrong, I mean I might be over thinking this but, I don't want to come up here and live in the past. Do you understand what I'm saying? The minute that I climbed up here I was happy because I was reminded of  positive remembrance, but then when I go down there I'll be forced to face cruel reality and sluttish time. In a way being up here only makes things worse, maybe I shouldn't have entered the realm of past memories and emotions. I then I determined it would be for the best to stop reminiscing and just lie down for a while, I could just take a nap.      

        When I had awoken it was dusk and I knew I was in deep shit. I climbed down the ladder and sprinted to the car, then drove home quickly. I quietly shut the door and slipped through the front door without being noticed. I was on my way to the staircase but, had to go through the living room where my mom and dad were sitting, looking rather angry. I stood there for a moment weighing my options, after about five minutes I finally decided to walk through like there nothing happened out off the ordinary today. 

        I got half way to the staircase before I was stopped by my mothers voice, "Where have you been, young lady?" I really didn't have an answer that would satisfy her so I stayed quiet. "Answer me right now," she demanded sternly. I didn't like her tone of voice, she wasn't yelling, yet I could feel the anger radiating off of her body and the way she was speaking through clenched teeth kind of frightened me a bit. 

        "Um, I uh I went for a drive and then stopped by a few shops to look around but didn't really find any thing that I liked well enough to buy," I lied semi-coolly. 

        "You left school to waste your time at a few shops and drive around with no purpose." The way she said that was a statement not a question that was up for debate.

        " Yes, I suppose I did," I said in a voice that was small and quiet even for me.

        "I understand that it's your birthday but you can't just go running off like that. Did you think about your sister when you left school today? You two share a car. You can't just run off with it like that. Luckily Liana had a friend that was nice enough to bring her home today when she realized that the car she drove to school today wasn't in the parking lot and her sister wasn't at school. I am very deeply disappointed in you Samantha. I'm sorry that I have to do this but give me your car keys." I just stared at her. "Come on give 'em here," she told me, so I did. "Now I don't want you to ask your sister to use her set of keys either, also your grounded, so cancel any plans you have for about a month. After the month has passed we will discuss your grounding and whether or not you have regained any of my trust, now go to your room."

        Lying in bed that night, I thought why I had lied to mom about where I was today, because in all honesty I probably would have got in less trouble if any at all. I guess I just didn't want her to know where I was? In a way that's kind of true, It felt good knowing I had a spot for just me, where I knew no one would bother me. I like the feeling that being in the tree-house gave me and I had every intention of visiting it every time i was overwhelmed or just needed a break from people. I could turn it into a nice little hang out for me and incorporate some things from when I was younger to keep that feeling of a worry free simplistic lifestyle.