Turning my phone off, I sigh and get in the car. Maybe I'll go talk to Violet, who's only five. But, whatever works.
Me: can I come over?
Chris: yeah sure
I drive to their house and knock on the door. A very happy Violet answered. I squat down and give her a hug. "Let's bounce on the trampoline," Violet chirps. I nod my head and she pulls me into the backyard.
Violet and I were sitting on the trampoline, when a familiar, unwanted face came outside.
"Go away Weston," I say with a sigh.
"You need to come home," he says.
"Nope. I'm not gonna get grounded and my phone taken away," I said. Weston sighed and ran a hand through his brunette hair.
"There's no punishment," he mumbles.
"What was that?" I say in a teasing tone.
"There's no punishment," he grumbles, kicking the dirt.
I contemplate it for a few seconds but eventually get up.
"Bye Violet," I say. She gives me a sad smile and waves. Weston slings an arm around my shoulder and I shrug it off. "Thanks for ratting me out Chris," I say, glaring at him. He smiles innocently. I get in my car, leaving Weston in my dust.
As soon as I walked through the door, I was bombarded by questions and yelling.
"You're still grounded!"
"Where'd you go?"
"Were you at Chris' house?"
"Are you okay?"
"Give me your phone."
"Are you mad at us?"
I take a deep breath and push through them, up to my room. I locked the door and push my dresser against it. I wrote down their questions on a paper, answering them.
1. You're still grounded
It's not like I leave the house anyway
2. Where'd you go
Chris' house
3. Were you at Chris' house?
Yes, I was playing with Violet
4. Are you okay
I'm perfectly fine. Whoever asked this question, I love you. Thanks for actually caring about me.
5. Give me your phone
No
6. Are you mad at us
yes now leave me alone
-Isabella
I slipped the note under my door and went to my bathroom. Which is attached to my room, only I have access to this bathroom.
Fortunately for me, I have a candy and junk food stash in my room. I could live in my room for a few days. Around dinner time someone knocked on the door.
Knockity knock
Knock knock
"Go away Weston," I yell.
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My Seven Brothers
Teen FictionCOMPLETED ; BEING EDITED Meet Isabella. She's a 16 year old girl. Isabella is your average normal girl. Except there's one thing different about her, she has 7 brothers. Seven brothers whom she loves dearly. But of course there's one thing that sh...
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