A story about being home when your parents want you home and why.
Gina slide the key in the lock as quit as she could. She pushed the door open and closed it as quietly as possable. Gina tip-toed to the stair case. She jumped when the light came on and turned around to see her mom standing there.
“Mom, you scared me.” She said.
“I scared you. It’s three o’clock in the morning. Where have you been?” Her mother said angrily.
“Jessie and I went to the movies and then a party. We weren’t drinking or doing anything we are not suppose to.” Gina didn’t see why her mom was so mad.
“Go to bed. We will talk about this in the morning.” Her mom watch her go up the stairs.
It was the first time she had ever came home late. She didn’t see what the big deal was. She changed into her night gown and got into bed.
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Gina woke to the alarm. She was so tired. Well, that is what she got for coming home late. She went down stairs after getting dressed. Her mother was sitting at the table. Her shoulders shuck.
“Mom what’s wrong?” She asked in shock.
Her mother shot out of her chair and tried to wipe away the tears. She took in a few deep breaths to calm herself down.
“I have to tell you something and it’s going to hurt.” She told her. “Jessie don’t make it home last night.”
“What do you mean he didn’t make it home?” Her heart started to beating fast.
“He got hit by a drunk driver.” Her mother burst into tears.
“He’s ok? Right?” She couldn’t believe what was happening.
“He’s dead, baby.” She said.
Gina dropped to her knees and screamed uncontrollably. “Nooooo.”
Her mother had reached out, dropped to her knees, and grab her in her arms. She sat there and hold her daughter while she screamed and cried until see couldn’t anymore.
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