Chapter 7
“See you,” they replied. The last thing I remember at the hospital was being pushed
through the revolving door backwards, trying to catch my possibly last glimpse of the only
guys who ever really cared. We marched toward my Grandpa’s put-put mobile. Going 49
mph all the way home, no one said a word. Meg and I just sat in the back, tears running
down our cheecks. It seemed like an eternity until we reached Meg’s house. “See
you at school tomorrow, Meg.” I said.
“Yeah, see ya.” Grandpa took me to my house.
“Bye,” I said in an uncurtious way.
“I love you sweet pea.”
“Yeah.” I closed the car door. I started to walk toward the garage door.
Unlocked the side door, then walked into the house.
“Hello, pumpkin,” my mom said, trying to cheer me up.
“I hate you, you, you bitch!” I ran to my room, slammed the door shut, and
popped in my Backstreet Boys CD. She came chasing after me.
“I don’t wanna hear that kind of language from you, young lady!”
“Sorry.” I could barely hear her over the music.
“Turn that damn music down.”
“No!”
“Fine, your grounded for 2 weeks!”
“Good! You just took away everything I needed to live. Why not ground me!
Even though I’m an adult and don’t have to live here anymore. I guess I don’t have to go
to school then.”
“Bull shit you don’t.”
“Go away, damn it, go away!” She walked away and shut the door and I didn’t
talk to her for 2 days after that incident.
Cont.
Chapter 8
