Chapter 5Mature

I was sitting on the island in the kitchen eating chocolate icecream out of the carton. It was around midnight and my sister still hadn't come home. Mickey had just left along with Heather and Jordan, who said they were gonna leave at 10. Just then the phone rang... Sam.

"Where are you?" I said practicall screaming, "You're lucky Bruno and Nick aren't home."

"Wait, where are they?"

"They're staying over night at the beach or something... you know with their girlfriends. Stop trying to change the subject. When are you coming back?"

"Ten minutes..."

"Okay... bye."

"Bye."

I waited for Sam until she opened the door.

"You reek... like alcohol!"

"Shhh! No... I don't."

"Sam, where were you all this time? And tell me, who was on the phone this morning?"

"If I tell you, will you tell anyone?"

I shook my head reluctantly.

"Okay," her breath smelling like beer, "I was at a club with this guy that I met in Shop Rite."

"Shop Rite? Seriously?"

"Yeah. We bumped into each other and we exchanged numbers. He was totally hot. Anyway, he took me to the club..."

"You're not even allowed there. You're 18."

"Yeah, but he's 21 and he helped me out..."

"That's stupid."

"No!"

"Whatever. But why did you drink?"

"Okay, I had one glass, big deal."

"It is a big deal. What if you become addicted? What is mom and dad find out? Bruno and Nick?"

"What you're really trying to say is, what if Mickey's parents found out? Would they let him date you if they found out I was drinking?"

"I wasn't implying that."

Now that I realize it, I was. I didn't think of it that way.

"Go take a shower," I said, acting as if I was older than her.

She went upstairs.

"You reek!" I screamed again.

"I know!" she screamed back. I had to tell someone. I couldn't keep this bottled up inside me and let it eat me alive. This was bad. Really bad.

The End

3 comments about this story Feed