I turned 18 a few months ago, on Thanksgiving Day. We didn't do anything for my birthday. That is the usual, why do anything special for my birthday when the perfect child's birthday is next week? My brother is a couple of years younger than me and he's every parent's dream. He gets good grades, studies hard, plays football and already has a plan for his life.
I, on the other hand, am the opposite. I skip class sometimes with friends, I never study, I've been caught drinking a few times, I smoke and I like older guys. Needless to say, my parents don't approve. My mom works from home and I don't think that she's ever had a day of fun in her life. My dad works a lot. He takes a lot of business trips and he's almost never home. I don't think that my parents even like each other.
A couple weeks ago my mother decided that she'd had enough of my behavior and my father's late work hours and she left us. She took perfect little Eric with her. I don't know where they went but they haven't been back. Finally, for the first time in my life, I don't have to be compared to my brother and I don't have my mother always around to yell at me! I thought that this was going to be great! That changed last week...
I'd gone out to a party and I didn't come home until late. I walked in the front door and tried to sneak up to my room.
"Get in here Sarah" I heard Daddy say. Daddy has never been the one to discipline me or even tell me that I did anything wrong, so I walked into the living room.
"Yeah?" I said impatiently.
"What are you doing out so late and what the hell are you wearing?" He yelled.
I muttered something about a party and that I was going to bed now, I turned to walk up the stairs but Daddy got up and grabbed me by the arm and turned me around to face him.
