"Kylie! Get up here immediately!" Mom shouts.
She reminds me of a grizzly bear right now. Super angry, brown hair sitting on her head.
I begin to make my way up the tree.
"Hurry up!" Says my mom's angry voice. "Don't have much time!"
This makes me go faster, like she knows it will. As soon as I climb back through the window, I can barley hear myself think. My ears are bombarded with questions and commands.
"Where were you?"
"Have you done this before?"
"Don't you disobey me!"
"Never do this again!"
"Why did you sneak out?"
I'm about to speak, but when I hear that last question, my words are subsided.
"I, umm, I..." I don't know what I tell her. I need to have an appropriate reason, but I can't afford to let Mom know where I actually was.
"Where. Were. You," Mum growls coming real close. I step back.
My phone rings. I pull it out of my pocket and see that Ricky's calling. Mum snatches my phone out of my hand.
"Who the heck is Ricky Dillon?" She shouts.
"A... friend. Yeah. Ricky Dillon is my friend." I reply. Smart answer, Kylie.
"I see. A friend," mom retorts putting air quotations when she says friend. "And when did you meet this friend?" She again put up those quotations.
I struggle to find an answer. Finally, I give up. I take my phone from her and walked away. Much to my surprise, Mum didn't protest.
