The Plan Gone Wrong

Chapter 5

I don't think I've ever seen my mom so disappointed in my life. In her left hand, she is holding up the joint William was smoking yesterday which I stupidly forgot to throw away. Why did I leave it in my pocket?! I'm such an idiot!

I stand there like a statue, not knowing what to do. How do I explain to my mom that I wasn't the one who smoked it, but instead let the person who did get away with it? How do I tell her that I picked it off the ground and put it in my pocket because I wanted to be able to throw it away later on? And most importantly, how do I tell her that I helped him get away from the school so that he wouldn't be kicked out of the program if he got caught being in his high, dazed state?

Why did I have to get myself into this mess because of him? I've known him what—two days—and already, I'm getting into trouble. Can you even imagine what a year's worth of time will do—if he even manages to stay in the program long enough?

All was trying to do was give him one more chance to redeem himself, but of course, it had to turn around and bite me in the ass. As they say, Karma's a bitch.

Since I'm still staring at my mother mortified, she decides to speak up first, breaking the silence between us. "Is this your's?" She questions in a calm tone. That isn't a good sign. Let's just say she's the epitome of the calm before the storm.

"N—no it's not," I stutter, feeling like I'm about to shit in my pants. "If it's not your's, than who's is it?" She asks, staring me down. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"I—I picked it off the ground and put it in my pocket to throw away. Our teacher was talking about how to reduce our carbon footprint and I saw this and just wanted to help and—," I partially tell the truth, but I know that she'll think this is all bullshit because who in the right mind would pick up a joint off the ground, let alone ramble on about their carbon footprint in the mitts of being accused of doing something remotely similar to this.

"If all you're going to do is lie through your teeth, you should at least try harder. I thought you were better than this Ella," she interjects, her face of seriousness turning into sadness then disappointment.

"But I'm not lying! I'm telling you the truth," I say hastily, not knowing what to do. "If that's true, than who's is it?" She repeats, staring me down.

"I told you, I found it on the ground," I croak out quietly, but by the look on her face, she doesn't seem convinced. Why am I lying again—oh yeah, to help the idiot who was smoking it, that's what.

"Really? And if you just so happened to find it on the ground, where exactly did you find it?" This is getting way too specific.

"Um—on the upper field of school," I tell her truthfully, making a expression of shock appear on her face. Oh shit. What did I do now?

"I think I need to have a little chat with your admin about the illegal activities going on in your school. This is unacceptable and under no circumstances should this be allowed at school, especially one full of adolescents. Whoever is responsible for this should face the consequences," my mother exclaims, probably thinking of all the things she could bring up to them.

"No mom. You can't do that," I simply reply, scared shitless about what her reaction will be. "And why not?" She asks, giving me a dumbfounded look. She doesn't even give me a moment to answer before she replies.

"That's what I thought," she finishes, trying to hide her smirk in the process. To my surprise, she just turns around and walks away, not adding on to what she ended with.

I decide to head upstairs after that weird banter. As soon as I enter my room, I lay on my bed to figure out how to deal with this situation. Do I continue to only tell the partial truth or do I stay the perfect daughter she's always known me to be?