I sat in my room "doing my homework", when my dad came storming in holding a piece of paper.
"What is this!" He asked. He looked like his face was about to explode!
"I don't know I haven't seen it yet." I said holding my hand out for the paper and acting totally innocent. I really didn't know what it was so I wasn't completely lying.... I guess. My dad pulled it away and put it up to his face.
"Let's see.... an F in everything except for Art. Now this calls for an explanation."
"Um...." total silence and I hated that when my dad was mad.
"Are you dreaming of that boy again? He's to old for you and he doesn't like you!"
"How do you know? He might like me we've never tried finding out!"
"Honey, he is about 4 years older that you. And he has a girlfriend."
"And How do you know that?"
"Because you told me..... That's it. You are grounded from your phone, art supplies and you are not to speak to that boy-"
"Adam." I irrupted, "his name is Adam."
"I don't care!!!!! YOU DON"T GET TO TALK TO HIM FOR 2 MONTHS!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"I suppose no phone and art supplies until then either?"
"Phone, yes. Art supplies, 4 months."
"WHAT!!!!!! That's no fair," I said storming out of the room. He fallowed me and I quickly changed my mind and sprinted back to my room, closed the door, and locked it. I sat on the floor crying and wishing this hadn't happened. Let me explain......
