"Why does my head feel like it's been through hell and back?" I groaned, holding it delicately.
"Young lady, you have a lot of explaining to do," Mom said, holding a cup of water and two pills that I took from her.
"What happened?"
"Well, you got drunk, and thankfully Mr. Slovac's son brought you home."
"He did!" I cringed in pain, looking discreetly at Mom as she did the same.
"Yes, and fortunately for you, you're grounded for a week."
"What? That's absurd! I'm almost eighteen."
"Exactly, you're not eighteen, and you're lucky I was able to talk your father out of giving you a month instead."
I groaned, slipping back into bed. "This is the second time you've gotten into trouble, and I know that you're almost an adult, but I hope that's not the life you're planning on living," she s
