The Party

“He claimed he wasn’t there.”  My mother crossed her arms and glared. 

“Mom, he is lying to you.  I saw him with my own eyes. I know he was there.  He-” before I could finish my defense, the doorbell rang.  Suddenly, out of nowhere, I knew it was the police.  They had been at the party last night so it made sense they were here now.  I watched my life flash before my eyes as my mother headed toward the door in a fit of anger.  I knew she would try and turn everything around to be my fault if she could. My brother was the golden child of the family and could get away with everything.  

I had made one bad decision and neither of my parents would ever forgive me. It’s like they believed by reporting the burglary next door, I was trying to ruin the family. If only they had told me they were involved with the stolen goods, I would have at least modified my story a bit. But they were stealing from my best friend! 

I knew she would tell the police officers Grant was not at the party and not carrying out her directions. She would do anything to save him especially if it meant throwing me under the bus. 

What I didn’t expect was to hear my soccer coach’s voice asking if I was all right. Because maybe I would be if he cared about me as much as I cared about him. 


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