Where it all started:
"Thanks Kylie!" Said Michelle as she got out of her friends Mustang. Kylie waved and sped off. Michelle looked at her watch, which she could see because courtesy of the rising sun. It read 4:30am, three hours late for her curfew. Michelle thought her mother would be asleep.
She walked to her front door, stuck the key in the lock and turned the knob. As Michelle stepped in the doorway, the livingroom light switched on and she froze like a scared deer in headlights.
"Lost track of time?" Her Mom asked sarcastically from the armchair.
"No, I called before to tell you I was going to be late." Michelle protested as her heart rate returned to its normal speed. 'She won't do anything, she hasn't done anything for five years.' Thought Michelle smiling inward.
"Yes you did, but you called at 1:00am to say you would be home at two, not four-thirty in the morning. This has been the fifth time this week and what? The twentieth time this month." Said her Mom.
"Traffic?" Michelle offered lamely, shrugging her shoulders. She had been sneaking in after her curfew since she was about fifteen and now Michelle was nineteen.
"Michelle, I don't know what to do with you anymore." her Mom sighed, raggedly before she continued, "That's why I have no choice then to send you to go live with your Uncle Lou, in Florida."
Michelle gasped. The last time she had seen her short, chubby and balding Uncle Lou was when she was five years old. That was a week before they moved from West Palm Beach, Florida up to North Philadelphia, then to Pennsylvania. Michelle didn't remember too much, but she did remember she didn't like it.
"No Mom, please!!! Anything else!!! Ground me!! Please not there!!!" Said Michelle.
"Why honey? So you can sneak out and in more? So you can disobey me some more? You'll be leaving Wednesday." Said her Mom, getting out of the armchair and walking upstairs to her room. Michelle kicked the door, with her heavy steal-toed boots.
"If Brad were here, I wouldn't be going!!!" Michelle screamed as she kicked the door again at a good measure. This time it left a dent.
