Confused Ends

Chapter 14: Regret (Tom 1st Person)

What's worse? The fact that I'm grounded for 2 weeks, or maybe the fact that I was caught just at the very end, when I thought that I was out of the woods? I sat slumped on my red comforter, while counting the number of times that I had gotten caught while committing a crime.
I suppose there was that one time when my *ex friend Joseph and I had burned an old hag's shed down; even then, it was Joseph's fault for not running away fast enough! Now that I think back to it though, I never actually got caught. When the police had tackled him, I was already midway through the woods (where the hag lived, she was very remote), and didn't turn back; I was questioned at school (to no one's dismay) about the "incident". I denied at all being involved with Joseph, and for that reason he was sent to Juvenile Detention, where his current nickname was founded. His nickname was and will always be 'Sicko Joe'; if anything, he should be thanking me for being recognized for his distasteful acts and gruff personality.
He always had his blond bangs set straight atop his forehead and into his eyes, but was somehow able to see through them; the rest of his head was shaved, and his dark roots were exposed. He was tall and lanky, and if seen, his blue eyes had flecks of grey and gold imbedded in them, and they would shimmer in the light as the ocean would; if someone was to see him in broad daylight, they would most likely strive to avoid him, as he wasn't the most approachable person.
Actually, before he had been discovered, Joseph and I had already done other "acts of disturbance" beforehand, but they were mainly stupid stuff like egging and TPing houses; those things were minor tho, and could easily be cleaned up. What I got grounded for wasn't even that major, but I guess the one time I get caught, I just have to be punished. But whatever, I don't want to go outside anyway.
I hope I never see that stupid girl's face again. She was the reason I was late to the house, otherwise I wouldn't have been caught. But for some reason, even though I was caught out of the blue and seemed flustered, I actually felt oddly comfortable there. It was odd that a dimwit girl dressed in a light pink nightgown with her hair loosely placed in a bun, placed awkwardly on the windowsill, would seem more out of place, but instead, she was exactly the opposite. Huh. Odd enough I ran into this catastrophe, and now I'm actually thinking back to the people in the "incident"? How... interesting. I guess I should be used to weird things like this, after I'm getting older and less self aware, when in fact it should be the opposite. I suddenly heard a quiet knock on the door; slightly cracking the door open, my mom peered inside. "Do you know where the dog went?" she asked coarsely. "I haven't seen him since I came home." I muttered. It was true;he was in my mom's lap the last time I saw him. She nodded and closed the door, and afterwards I could hear her shuffling throughout the house; it was well past midnight, so I don't blame her. After laying awake for what seemed to be an eternity, I shut off my lamp light, turned onto my side, and drifted off to sleep.
I wonder where the dog is.