Teenage Fever

chapter 3'

My brothers and I have a rotation set for dinner and tonight Drew was in charge of dinner. Tonight he had pulled some sort of pasta-and-meat dish out of the over timing it perfectly with my fathers arrival. kiss ass I swear.

As my dad walked into the kitchen from the garage door, he found where I sat at the table and gave me what seemed to me to be a death glare. oh shit. I wondered which one of my brothers had tattled on me. For heaven's sake, what was everyones probable? If I had started crying over Matt's grandma my life would've been a whole lot easier right then. Maybe I needed practice on face cries.

My dad was a nice guy for most of the time. He was in his full police attired and the look on his face terrified me. He hung his keys on the hook by the door then unbuckled and hung up his belt, as well as the heavy flashlight banging the was as he did.

"Samantha" he said in a very tired voice

"I'm sorry" then I made sure to give all of my brothers a death glare of my own.

"you should be, but that's not going to be good enough this time"

"This time?" I asked. Had I been insensitive to the relatives of a different dead grandma before? I thought

Ohhh I thought; the ticket

I tried to talk my way out of this one. "I didn't know the speed limit and I didn't see him. He was hiding down a corner. Isn't that like illegal, like entrapment or something? Drew? isn't that illegal?"

Drew hid a smile and brought a pitcher of ice water to the table. Drew was starting his freshman year of college next year. His ultimate goal- lawyerhood. wood

My dad leveled a hard stare at me. "Why didn't you tell me about it Sam?"

"I'm sorry" I should've been honest. It was always worse when he found out about things from an outside source. "This is the second ticket in as many months. And that's not counting the ones you got out of by using my name"

I ducked my head to hide the blush that was creeping upon my cheeks. I didn't need my brothers making fun of me for blushing. My dad was right. I had been pulled over multiple times. I used his name every time.

"Do you know how embarrassing it is when my kids get speeding tickets? When I have to find out about those tickets from a coworker?" he scoffed at me

"I'm sorry dad"

"But worse than humiliating you caused me is the blow to my bank account" His fingers came down hard on the pink slip, landing on a number written in his own handwriting that read $270.00. My eyes widened.

"yeah that's a lot o money right"

I nodded.

"you're paying for it Sam"

"What?"

"you heard me. I don't think you learned you lesson last time because I paid of your ticket. So, you are paying not only for this ticket, but also for the last one, and the extra hundred dollars a month you are going to cost me in insurance"

"But I don't have that kind of money dad"

"Then find a job Sam"

"but volleyball camp is like three weeks away"

"well you're going to have to figure it out"

Ughhhhh now I need to find a job, what if I miss camp? that's my favorite part of summer. When dinner finished I went up to my room to contemplate what iw as going to do to find a job over the summer

"If it makes you feel better I'll go with you tomorrow to town to go look at stores" Landon told me

"okay fine, but don't leave me like you did last time when you went to go get girls numbers"