‘You have no idea of the trouble you are in, young lady!’ hisses Mum as she drags me back to the car. ‘Do you have any idea of how worried we were when we saw your bed was empty?’
Looking back in hindsight, I do feel bad about that, and I know it was a stupid idea. But her silly, over the top reaction makes my teenage hormones flow, and I feel myself getting defensive.
‘You deserve it! You’re being so unfair that I might have run away.’
Mum slams the door shut on my side and locks it. See what I mean- she’s being irrational.
‘You’re behaving like a child, Rue. Grow up.’
‘You’re treating me like a child!’
‘I’ll stop treating you like a child when you start behaving like an adult!’
This grates against me. I’m not behaving like a child- I only left a stupid party for half-an-hour. Why is she making this into such a huge deal?
‘I hate you!’
‘Yes, well I don’t exactly like you either at the moment, but I still love you, Rue. You’re my daughter, and I always will.’
She annoys me when she says things like that. Of course I don’t really hate her; I just strongly dislike her when she talks to me like this.
‘It’s a figure of speech! Jesus Christ.’
‘Language!’
Ash opens the car door, hears us shouting, and says, ‘Well, I’ll leave you to it. See you at home.’
He runs off to his friends, and I glower at his retreating form, wishing I could do that too. But no, I’m child-locked in.
We spend the rest of the ride home in icy silence. Quinn and Dad are staying there longer now, because they supposedly have some sort of project on. I think it’s more they are hoping our little tête-a-la-tête will have calmed down by the time they get home.
As soon as we arrive, I stomp inside, throwing my bag down at the kitchen table. Ash is already here, and moves out of my way.
I get my phone out and see I have two new texts:
To: Rue From: Nate<3
Good morning :) Hope you have a nice day and I can see you later! x
This makes me smile briefly but then scowl.
To: Nate<3 From: Rue
Hello! I hope you do too, but sadly mine isn’t going well. I have been grounded. I can’t leave the house to see you :( Text me? Xxx
I press ‘send’ and sigh, scrolling to the other one, from Nina.
To: Rue From: Nina
Ouch babes, looks like you’re in trouble! Behave & maybe they’ll let you out! Xoxo
I send a short one back:
Unlikely. X
Mum walks into the kitchen and sees me texting. She leans against the counter and says, ‘So, what are you going to do today?’
The response: nothing, because someone’s grounded me springs to mind, but I control my tongue, thinking of Nate.
‘I’m going to do some homework,’ I say, giving her a bright smile.
Mum looks a bit shocked, and just watches as I pull out Mrs Cope’s homework and the fact file about Thomas Lovell. Then she leaves the room.
I sigh and get down to work, turning on the computer. Apparently there’s some sort of database in which the slayers keep all their information about all the known vampires in existence, dead or alive.
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Safety is Relative
Novela JuvenilSafety is Relative, my Dad once told me. It depends on how you look at it. For example, many more people have a fear of flying than a fear of driving. Why? Cars are familiar, and we see them every day. Most people don't crash their cars. Planes, how...
