Brandon smiled and looked out the window. “Oh shit! Is that your parents?”

“Watch your langua- CRAP yea it is!” she jumped up and grabbed his hand. “C’mon!”

She ran downstairs and almost knocked down the door trying to open it. She shoved Brandon outside but he turned around before running off, “Call me if you need to talk ok?”

“I’ll call tonight I promise! Now go!”

Brandon laughed as he ran down the back driveway.

“Marty? I’m home,” she heard her mom call.
She quietly closed the door and snuck back upstairs.

“Oh hey mom,”

“How was your day?”

“Oh you know, same ole same ole.”

She finally looked at her daughter, “Are you alright?”
“Huh? Oh yea I’m fine. Well I got some hmwk so I’ll be upstairs.”

“Um..okay dear,” she said skeptically, but then she waved it out of her mind, “dinner should be ready in a couple hours.”

“Sure thing mom!” Marty closed her bedroom door shut and slid down it into the floor, panting.