The Nerd's Secret Life [MAJOR EDITING!]

Day 13.

Hailey's Pov.

 "HAILEY!"

 Jumping back away from the shed I turn around and see my mother standing there, crap.

 Play it cool Hailey, you've got this.

 Leaning up against the shed I put my arm behind my head, "So mom, fancy seeing you here." I say with an awkward chuckle.

 "Inside. NOW!" She yell's. The expression written on her face look's as if she wants to murder me, but behind that I can tell she's worried if I went in the shed or not, what the hell is in there?!

 Quickly running across the yard and back inside the house not wanting to make my mom anymore pissed then she already is.

 I don't get it tho, she was out of sight and walking with that guy, that guy. Who is he?!

 I have so many questions for that women!

 "Hailey Elizabeth White! What the hell were you doing outside!? You are supposed to be in your room, and why were you by that shed, you are not to EVER go in there. Do you hear me Haley?!" My mother yells as I'm walking into the kitchen.

 "Why can't I go in that shed, what's in there?" I question her and she just looks off into space, "MOM! What in the heck is in the shed?!" I ask her again and she just looks at me with a blank face.

 "Go to your room Hailey, you've got to get some sleep since were helping Anna pick out a wedding dress tomorrow." She tell's me while walking over to the fridge and grabbing the milk out of it.

 I angrily walk over to her and grab her shoulder so she turns around and faces me, "No mom, I'm not going to bed. Not until you tell me what's in that shed and why I'm for some reason forbidden to go in there!" I tell her in a demanding voice, showing no fear of standing up to her, while on the inside I'm honestly kind of terrified right now.

 Lately my mom has been acting weird, and that murderous look she gave me earlier while I was outside by that shed terrified me.

 Would my mom really murder me tho?

 "Hailey, I'm not going to say it again, get your ass up to your room this instant!" She say's in an even more demanding voice, my mom isn't going to back down either.

 And when I don't go straight up to my room my mother's look turns into a cold hard glare, now I've gotten a few of these in my life time but none of them nearly as cold as this one was right now.

 I almost wanted to ask her is she was actually okay, but instead I just give her my nastiest look and turn my heel heading up the stairs to my room.

 Once I'm in my room I sit on my bed and look out my window, what the hell is in the shed?

 Is there a dead body, I someone living down there, is it a laboratory?

 It's killing me not knowing what is down there in that shed, and I can tell you right now I'm not going to get much sleep tonight just thinking about and not knowing.

 I lay on my bed and I close my eyes and think of all the possibilities as to what could be in there.

 Waking up this Saturday morning was quite easy, seeing as how I predicted I wouldn't get any to much sleep, I didn't get any at all.

 Around 2am I heard the car pull back in the driveway, so my dad came home around 2 in the morning, where he was, I don't know.

 Once he came home someone came in my room to see if I was sleeping or not, I pretended to be asleep of course, and minutes later I heard my parents auguring in the hallway.