The next day, I was sitting in my room. I was grounded, practically for life. I tried telling mom I didn’t do it but she didn’t listen. Everyone thought Miley was Miss Goody Goody. Who would believe the truth? Then, there was a knock on my window.
“Joe!” I yelled. “It’s open!”
“It’s Nick!” I was so used to having Joe climb through my window I thought it was him. My bad. He opened the window and climbed in.
“Hey,” he said. He sat down next to me on my bed and put his arm around me.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
“No, I’m practically in jail!” I said. “And I’m not even allowed to spend time with you after school!” I yelped.
“Oops,” said Nick. “Miley is being such a liar! I can’t believe this. I’m going to end this once and for all!” said Nick. He jumped off the bed. “I gotta go take care of something,”. He was half way out the window when I said: “Promise me no violence?” I asked. I knew Nick better than that. He giggled.
“Yeah, I promise!”