“Bye, Mom, I’m going out!” I yell anonymously at the house in false hopes that no one would hear me, and that I could escape without an explanation or a curfew.
This is sort of uncharted territory for me and my parents. I have never “gone out” before, so there are currently no rules in place, and I would like to keep it that way. Plus, avoiding the inevitable spew of questions that are bound to flow is a must.
Grabbing my coat off of the hook, I am halfway out of the door when my mom rushes out of the kitchen. "Really? With who? Wearing that? Can I help you get ready? Is it that handsome boy I met after your performance today? Oh, do we have time to talk safety? …” Oh hell, here we go!
Leaning my head against the doorjamb, I sigh, already exhausted from this conversation. I have alread
