“I’m going to be in so much shit once I get home.” Spencer mumbled in the taxi on her way home. She was meant to be at camp for another week, but she decided to come back home earlier, well not so much as decided as she was kicked out of the place. If you had asked her at the time she would have said it was worth it. but as she approached her home, the home in which her parents would definitely be in and said parents, who will definitely be there, are sure to have received a certain phone call from a certain uptight bitch that runs a certain camp.

She could see it know, opening the door she would walk into the lounge, her mother, Paula Carlin, would be pacing with a hard expression of hidden disgust and disappointment. Her father, Arthur, being the more worrying type would be sitting on the couch fingers interlaced, wondering why this situation is occurring.  Was it his fault? Should she be punished? Should we just laugh it off?

She played through the scenario and what she was going to say to defend herself as they were getting closer and closer, passing house by house, but getting no nearer to a plausible explanation for her actions other than the truth. Well she knew why she had done it but she didn’t exactly plan on telling her parents that. By the time the car had pulled into the driveway the best game plan she’s got is to play innocent and just blame something typically adolescent like peer pressure or crazy hormones, but even she is not naïve enough to believe they would fall for something that simple, twice…

She paid the driver, nearing the door she began to rummage through her bags looking for her house keys. Yeah! It all sounds like a good idea at the time! What’s the worst that could happen? I get sent home? Damn. I’m so screwed. Leaving before they could call my parents probably hasn’t helped much with the whole anger and punishment thing that is about to go on… I just didn’t want them to pick me up… where the hell are my keys. Fuck I hope I don’t have to knock… I was still kinda hoping for the avoidance tactic. This isn’t even really my fault, I don’t see why I got in trouble!