A COUPLE OF DAYS LATER

I rode into my driveway, went into my house, and started up the stairs to my room.

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN !!!” My mom yelled.

“A friend’s place.” I calmly lied.

“FOR A WEEK !?”

“Yep. We did a little traveling, too.”

“HOW? YOU DON ’T HAVE A CAR !”

“You’re right, I have a motorcycle.”

“WHAT!!!!!”

“I’ve been saving up my money for forever and I’ve been telling you all about the bike I wanted.”

“NO YOU DIDN ’T!!”

“Oh yeah! That’s right! You were too damn busy screwing every guy I hate and not listening to me for a single damn second.” I sighed.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY ??”

“You heard me.”

“THAT’S IT!! GET THE HELL DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW !!”

“Fuck this.” I muttered just loud enough for her to hear.

“ WHAT !?“

“ FUCK THIS I ’M GOING TO LIVE WITH DAD !” I roared as I ran out the door and kicked my bike to life.

I’m heading to Pittsburgh.