Prologue

Sharing a very short section of what I am working on, and been working on for a while. I posted on my Facebook wall ages ago chapter one for my friends to read, so now I've decided to go ahead and post the prologue for all. The current working title is My Next-Door Alien. It's a teen fiction story. Age range will be 14+.  So here it is...hope you enjoy it, I know it's short, but it's only the intro.

Prologue

            I knew I was in for it, but I didn’t expect my dad to be that upset, I mean it wasn’t like I was out drinking or doing drugs, I just lost track of time . . . again.  I stood there and watched his lips move and his eyebrows crease together while I waited for my chance to escape to my room.  He wasn’t going to let me off the hook this time; I’d felt it.

Then he said those dreadful words as I was about to make my assent up the staircase, “You’re grounded.  One month, Andie. No seeing Matt during that time either; except at school of course, which I can’t control.”

            My blood was boiling inside my body as I tried to contain the explosion, but I just couldn’t hold it in.  “That’s not fair Dad!  A whole month!  Matt’s my boyfriend.  I’m sorry I was late. It won’t happen again, we just lost track of time,” I pleaded, but knew it would be no use.

            “Andie, we’ve been through this before.  You promise, but you still come strolling in past curfew.  It’s bad enough that my fifteen-year-old daughter is dating a boy two years older than her . . .” He didn’t finish his sentence and started to walk off toward the kitchen, but stopped and said, “This isn’t debatable Andie.  One month, and that’s final.”

            “You’re only doing this because you don’t like Matt,” I said.

            “Regardless,” was all he said.

            “You’re not being fair Dad!  I was only ten minutes late!”  I said.

            “I’m not discussing this anymore Andie.  It’s late and you have school in the morning.”

            “Mom, aren’t you going to say anything?” I said as I arched my neck toward where she was standing in front of the kitchen.

            She just stood there and said nothing.  I wanted to scream, but what good would that have done.  I stormed up the stairs and slammed my bedroom door shut.  My dad’s words pounded in my brain.  I would only be able to see Matt at school, which meant only at lunch, since he was a senior and we didn’t have classes together.  He’d surely get bored waiting around for me for a whole month.  That seemed a little extreme on my dad’s part.  I knew he hadn’t liked that I was dating Matt, but that was too much!

            The next morning I didn’t even look at my dad, or answer him when he tried talking to me.  I just stormed out the door to get on the bus, but as I walked out, I heard him say he loved me, but it sure didn’t feel like it.