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There's no way I can get through the back entrance without him spotting me, and I can’t risk getting caught sneaking out without permission again.
I’ve been grounded more than enough this year.
Thinking fast, I pick up a rock and hurl it at the parlor room window.
It misses, so I pick up another.
Then another.
It takes five tries before a rock hits the glass and ricochets off a drainage pipe.
My father immediately stands and looks around.
Come on. Come on…
He doesn’t make a move, so I pick up the biggest rock I can find and launch it.
This time, I break the glass.
My father grabs a baseball bat and runs toward the sound.
Finally!
I run to the house as fast as I can, getting soaked with each step.
My sandal strap snags on a lawn tool, and I fall face forward on the ground.
I yelp in pain as I struggle to free it from the blade, but it’s stuck, so I’m forced to leave it behind.
When I make it to the steel ivy brackets that cling to the side of the house, I hold them for dear life.
Climbing up, I make it to the second story and push up my window.
Using my bare foot for balance, I force my body over the sill and fall onto the floor.
“I made it.”I let out a sigh of relief. “I effin’ made it.”
The lights come on.
“I could’ve sworn your curfew wasten o'clock, Scarlett.” My mom is glaring at me from the bed. “Didn't we discuss this the last time I grounded you?”
I glance at the clock, tempted to tell her that it’s nine fifty-eight, but I bite my tongue.
“I also recall saying that you needed toaskto leave this house.” She crosses her arms. “You’re only seventeen years old, last time I checked. But since I clearly can't trust you, don’t make plans for the next three weekends. You're coming with me and your sister to shop for prom dresses in Nashville.”
“Can’t you drown me in our pool instead?” I roll over onto my back. “I think that would be slightly less painful for me.”
“Very funny, Scarlett.”
I groan and stand up. The mere thought of tagging along with my mom and sister for more than an hour is punishment enough.
She tosses me a dry towel and gets off my bed. “Where were you anyway?”
“Out on a date,” I confess.
“Really?” She smiles. “Who is he? Or were you with a she?”
“It was with a college guy, Mom.”
