When I got home I climbed up the tree into my room. I put my bag under my bed so no one would see it if they came in. I decided to tell Patrick I was home.
     Me: Home.
     Pat: What happened last night w/ u and dad?
     Me: Too much to txt.
     Pat: Then tell me
     Me: Fine. One sec.
After that I climbed out my window again, but this time over to Patrick's room. I knocked on the window. Seconds later the window clicked and opened. I climbed in.
     "So..." He said.
     I started explaining. About my hair, that I was one minute past curfew, the yelling, when he slapped me, and when I ran upstairs, packed my bag and bolted.
     "Wow. I'm glad I know what happened." Patrick said dumbfounded.
     "Yeah..." I sighed.
     "I'm on your side you know." He smiled.
"What?" I ask.
"Yeah, it's not your fault you were late. You ran home in the pouring rain to try and be here on time, and it's your hair why does dad get to step in and say what you can and can't do? With your hair!"
"Thanks Pat" I smile back at him. It felt nice for him to agree with me. "I'ma go and unlock my door..."
"Okay"
I climbed back over to my room and was just about to unlock the door when Mom started knocking. "Kids? Come out here! I need to talk to you!" She yelled. Me and Pat opened our doors and stepped into the hallway. "Now... I trust you both, but if you want your dad to trust you two like I do here's your chance. Me and your father are going on a well deserved vacation in the Philippines. Which means you two will be by yourselves for a week."
I was about to question this but then Pat asked, "Can Pete come over while you're gone?"
"Sure, whatever" she answered.
Yay! I thought. This'll be the best week of my life!
"So when are you guys leaving?" I asked anxiously.
"In a couple hours", she replied, "our plane leaves at 1 so maybe more like an hour and a half."
"Ok" I sigh.
Pat goes back into his room soon after mom leaves. I go in mine planning the week in my head...