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taken just over eighteen hours by road and my ears were still ringing from the lecture I had received from both Susan and George all the way home. I had never heard them use the words ‘irresponsible’ and ‘stupid’ so many times in the one lecture, which was odd given the fact that I was susceptible to frequent bouts of irrational behaviour. For example, if Susan said I couldn’t leave the house while they were out of town, I had a party at home. If she said I was grounded on a Saturday night, then I went out on Friday and Sunday night instead.
You get the point.
Susan and George called it blatant stubbornness.
I preferred to call it ‘spirited’.
I opened the bedroom door, waltzed down the hall and into the bathroom to wash away the incoming wave of sleepiness. The cool water coming out of the faucet was divine. I cupped my hands and splashed my face and neck with it, washing away the remnants of sleep. I also pulled a brush through my hair, straightening out the ringlets, before tying it into a loose knot. Tic Tac’s stock prices went down as I brushed my teeth with super strong peppermint paste, and Kleenex’s stock prices went up when I went to the toilet—but at least I was now suitably primped and preened, ready to face the world without offending anyone.
The house around me sounded empty as I bounded down the stairs and into the kitchen. It was empty, and a quick inspection of the rest of the house indicated that no one was at home.
What time is it?
I went back into the kitchen and looked at the clock on the microwave. It was almost eight. Maybe they went to the IMI today?
From upstairs I heard my alarm clock blaring noisily on my bedside table.
I dashed up the stairs, into my room and switched it off. I was wide awake now.
I pulled my nightshirt over my head and tossed it onto the side of my bed. I padded over to my dresser, pulled out a bra, and slipped it on. Then I yanked down my black dress pants from the hanger and the unironed cotton T-shirt that were my uniform, a dress requirement of my job.
I stepped into my black slip on shoes after I had secured on the pants and pulled the ugly pink T-shirt over my head. I straightened the collar around my neck and then glided over to the dresser to apply some lip balm. All in all, the beautifying process took no longer than a few minutes.
I glanced at the clock—still plenty of time to have some breakfast. At least that was something I was still allowed to do without asking permission.
As expected, after eighteen hours straight of lecturing, I was grounded.
For a month this time.
It was definitely a little longer than usual, but nothing I couldn’t handle or hadn’t already anticipated. Needless to say my window was going to get a work out this month. I may have been grounded and had received explicit instructions that I was not to step foot out of the front door without prior permission, but no one said anything about the window.
I smiled. It wasn’t really my fault if they left giant gaping holes open to side step their punishment.
My mobile phone trilled on the bedside table and I ducked around the edge of the mattress to answer it. It was Kayla.
‘What’s up?’
‘Are you allergic to calling me back or something?’
‘What? Not even a hello for me?’ I said grinning.
She harrumphed. ‘I only say hello to friends who call me back.’
I laughed. ‘Sorry. We were on the road, I couldn’t get very good cell coverage and it was really too late to call you back.’
She snorted. ‘Bad cell coverage? Are you serious? You were travelling on Highway One. There’s cell coverage everywhere. At least if you’re going to give me a lame excuse for not calling me back, make it a good one.’
‘Okay, truth?’
‘Yes, the truth.’
‘I was getting my ass chewed out by a couple of werewolves. One of them slashed my shoulder and the other one nearly chewed my arm off. That’s why I couldn’t get to the phone.’
She snorted again
You get the point.
Susan and George called it blatant stubbornness.
I preferred to call it ‘spirited’.
I opened the bedroom door, waltzed down the hall and into the bathroom to wash away the incoming wave of sleepiness. The cool water coming out of the faucet was divine. I cupped my hands and splashed my face and neck with it, washing away the remnants of sleep. I also pulled a brush through my hair, straightening out the ringlets, before tying it into a loose knot. Tic Tac’s stock prices went down as I brushed my teeth with super strong peppermint paste, and Kleenex’s stock prices went up when I went to the toilet—but at least I was now suitably primped and preened, ready to face the world without offending anyone.
The house around me sounded empty as I bounded down the stairs and into the kitchen. It was empty, and a quick inspection of the rest of the house indicated that no one was at home.
What time is it?
I went back into the kitchen and looked at the clock on the microwave. It was almost eight. Maybe they went to the IMI today?
From upstairs I heard my alarm clock blaring noisily on my bedside table.
I dashed up the stairs, into my room and switched it off. I was wide awake now.
I pulled my nightshirt over my head and tossed it onto the side of my bed. I padded over to my dresser, pulled out a bra, and slipped it on. Then I yanked down my black dress pants from the hanger and the unironed cotton T-shirt that were my uniform, a dress requirement of my job.
I stepped into my black slip on shoes after I had secured on the pants and pulled the ugly pink T-shirt over my head. I straightened the collar around my neck and then glided over to the dresser to apply some lip balm. All in all, the beautifying process took no longer than a few minutes.
I glanced at the clock—still plenty of time to have some breakfast. At least that was something I was still allowed to do without asking permission.
As expected, after eighteen hours straight of lecturing, I was grounded.
For a month this time.
It was definitely a little longer than usual, but nothing I couldn’t handle or hadn’t already anticipated. Needless to say my window was going to get a work out this month. I may have been grounded and had received explicit instructions that I was not to step foot out of the front door without prior permission, but no one said anything about the window.
I smiled. It wasn’t really my fault if they left giant gaping holes open to side step their punishment.
My mobile phone trilled on the bedside table and I ducked around the edge of the mattress to answer it. It was Kayla.
‘What’s up?’
‘Are you allergic to calling me back or something?’
‘What? Not even a hello for me?’ I said grinning.
She harrumphed. ‘I only say hello to friends who call me back.’
I laughed. ‘Sorry. We were on the road, I couldn’t get very good cell coverage and it was really too late to call you back.’
She snorted. ‘Bad cell coverage? Are you serious? You were travelling on Highway One. There’s cell coverage everywhere. At least if you’re going to give me a lame excuse for not calling me back, make it a good one.’
‘Okay, truth?’
‘Yes, the truth.’
‘I was getting my ass chewed out by a couple of werewolves. One of them slashed my shoulder and the other one nearly chewed my arm off. That’s why I couldn’t get to the phone.’
She snorted again
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