I woke up to an explosion.
This explosion, however, didn’t involve gun powder or splitting atoms.This explosion involved my dad.Shouting.
It took me a second to figure out what was going on, I was so tired. My dad was yelling, loudly, about something. I was pressed against something warm and I was very comfortable. I didn’t really want to get up. I squirmed, wishing Dad would stop yelling.Whatever I was leaning on squirmed in response. It suddenly hit me.
Drew. Root Beer. Dad. Crap.
I was awake in an instant.
Dad(roaring):GET OUT !!!!
Drew looked confused for a second, before the light bulb turned on. He saw the light filtering through the window curtain and groaned. Him: Crap.
No kidding.
Dad: I said, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW !
Drew was bright red, and looked at me nervously. Me: It’s ok, go, I’ll call you later. I’ll talk to him.
Dad:YOU WILL NOT CALL HIM LATER .CYNTHIA YOU ARE GROUNDED ! YOU HEAR ME ?YOU ARE NEVER TO LEAVE THIS HOUSE !
Drew gave me a sympathetic look as Dad shoved him out the door.