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Wilson.
"This is why you're always getting into trouble Sidney!" My mom shouts from across the small living room, tears in her eyes and her hands shaking. She's found out about another one of my escapades.
"Shut up!!" I scream back as I grab my backpack that I've packed for nights like these.
"Sidney Wilson! If you walk out that door right now! You're not welcome back!" She cries out. I know she loves me but It's not my fault I can't keep out of trouble.
I turn and place my hand on the handle to the front door. I don't even care if I'm welcome back here. I don't plan on coming back.
"Sidney please..." My mom pleads. "Just stay and we'll work this out..." I see a tear roll down her cheek as I open the door and walk out into the winter night.
It's cold out but I guess I can't expect anything else on a freezing December night. I pull my winter jacket tighter around me and put the hood up. My sneakers are soaked through from the heavy snow on the ground and my teeth are chattering by the time I make it to my grandmas.
"Sidney? Hon come inside!" My grandma smiles and helps me in. "Take off your shoes and go sit by the fire and warm yourself up!" She ushers me into the family room once I get my shoes off, sitting me in front of the blazing fire. I'm instantly mesmerized by the bright orange flames. It feels like mere minutes that I've been sitting there but my grandma soon comes back.
"Sidney dear, you've been sitting there for a quarter of an hour! You must be freezing!" She chuckles and sits in the chair next to the fire.
I tear my gaze away from the fire and look up at her with a smile.
Her smile slowly fades, showing me that she's deciding if she really wants to say what she was going to. "Your mother called..." She starts. "She said you might be getting charged with reckless endangerment. Is that right?" She questions.
My smile drops. "I was just driving around..." I mumble.
"Sidney, driving ninety on the freeway and swerving isn't 'just driving around'." She responds with a sad tone.
"Gramma..." I sigh. "I'm sorry..."
"I'm sorry" doesn't drop charges my dear. You know what this will look like on top of your other charge?" She sighs. "I'm going to drive you home. Your mother needs to finish talking to you..."
"No." I respond sharply.
"No?"
"No."
"Sidney... Come on before I have to get the cops involved." She says quietly.
"Fine. Get them over here." I grumble.
"Stop being oppositional just for the sake of it, Sidney." She says with a tick of annoyance.
"You haven't even seen oppositional yet." I growl.
"Walk home then. You're not staying here." She snaps, taking my hand and walking me to the front door.
I slip on my shoes, throw on my jacket and grab my bag, walking out the front door and slamming it behind me. Fuck family. Who needs that? I decide if I actually want to get out of this cold, I have two options. One being to go home and face my mom. Two is that I find a friend's house to stay at. I choose option one.
It takes me ten minutes to trek back home in the snow, knocking on the door softly. My hands and feet are frozen once again and my whole body shakes as I stand outside. I hear the lock click and the door swings open revealing my mother with tear stained cheeks.
"Oh god Sidney!" She leans in and hugs me tight, crying once again. "I thought you'd freeze out there..." She pulls me inside. "Let me make you some hot chocolate and we'll talk about all this shit." She gives a weak smile and goes to make hot cocoa.
I sigh and take off my soaking shoes, feeling pretty shitty that I made my mom worry like that... I don't know why... but I just make the most stupid decisions. Like arson. What the fuck Sidney? I go and sit on the couch, my mom handing me a cup of hot chocolate and sitting on the other end of the couch. She pulls out a pamphlet and hands it to me.
My eyes go wide when I realize what this is. 'The Iowa academy for troubled teens'.
My mom sees my reaction and tries to break the news lightly. "You'll only be going for a little while... then when you come back everything will be better." She gives a small smile, hoping that I'll just agree and go with it.
I glare at the paper. "I'm not going."
"Sidney... Don't make this any harder than it has to be. You're leaving tomorrow so get your stuff together." She replies as she rubs her forehead with a deep sigh.
I can't even think of the words to say so I just run up the stairs.
I don't want to go to fucking Iowa.
What a lame ass state.