Grounded Over Five Minutes Late

Oh my god, guys. I’m grounded. Like… actually grounded. Okay,

quick recap. Yesterday I got home late. Not even that late. Five minutes.

I thought I was safe. I was not. I walk in the door and my mom goes,

“Where were you?” I said, “Walking.” She said, “Walking where?”

Yeah. Instantly knew. Then my dad comes out with that voice. Calm.

Too calm. He goes, “Sit down.” Next thing I know, they’re asking questions

like it’s an interrogation. What time I left. Who I was with. Why I was smiling at my phone.

My mom goes, “You’ve been acting different lately.” I said, “How?”