Franta's little rebel

3.Trouble

Parker's pov:
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"I hate doing this, kid, but your mom is going to send you away now."

"I know, Uncle Mike." he put me in his cop car for the 7th time this month, I was screwed, but I had fun.
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the yelling started when I walked through the door with my Uncle.

"ABIGAIL PARKER FRANTA WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THIS TIME!" screamed my lovely mother. She's a bitchy women. 

"I trashed the school and got caught." I looked at my mom and picked my head up high, it was normal.

"Why the hell can't you be good like Connor, he's out in the world living a life without crime!" She hollered at me, I had a terrible temper and it came out.

"I WILL NEVER BE LIKE CONNOR WHY CAN'T YOU LIKE THAT IM A DIFFERENT PERSON THAN CONNOR I AM NOT SOME GOOD KID!"

"GO TO YOUR ROOM AND PACK YOUR THINGS YOUR MOVING IN WITH CONNOR!"

I turned and punches the way out of angry and stormed up the stairs. I wish I didn't lose my job, I could have saved up and moved out.

-the next day-
Parker's pov

Connor was due to be here in two hours to pick me up. My mom was ignoring me and calling my dad, who was on one of his famous business trips. Big eye roll.

I decided I wasn't going to sit and wait for my punishment, so I pulled on my Converse and walked out the door, towards the old train station.

I texted the gang in our group chat

P: meet me @ train station

They never did much, and we were basically pot heads.

.At train station.

I was spray painting while I broke the news to my friends that I was leaving. Bri cried which made iggy cry which made me cry. We known each other for a long time but didn't become close till 7th grade, They lived in my block.

We all talked, and smoked and drank a bit. I ended up sitting there for 4 hours. None of us carried our phones on us, our parents all sucked and we only had each other. We had social media but we weren't addicted. So, when I finally checked me silent phone when Matt had to leave, I noticed the 30 miss calls from my mom and the 80 textes from my mom, Connor and 5 unknown numbers, I knew I was in more trouble.

I hugged my best friends goodbye and sprinted back to my house, it turns out, I was actually running in a zig zagged way because I was so I'm intoxicated.