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Chapter Twenty-One

Tousled Sheets

It’s late fall and I can feel the leaves crunching beneath my
feet as I sprint home from school. The weekend is finally here
and that is worth running for. I want to be quick so I can get
my chores done. Then I have to get homework out of the way,
dinner made, do the dishes and pick out my clothes for the
night’s entertainment. And of course, get ready! That means
taking a long hot shower and doing my hair. The hair alone,
well, that could take hours! And then makeup. I don’t wear a
ton, but I do like to wear some.
I love hanging out with my girlfriends. I also love chasing
boys. And more often these days, getting drunk behind the
7-11. Friday nights are for fun! Especially when you’re 15! And
live in a prison!
There is a part of me that, because of church, feels torn.
And a bit guilty. Well, actually a lot guilty. I know I shouldn’t
be going out and partying, but all my other friends do, and I
just don’t want to miss out on anything. I’m not hurting anyone
and besides, it’s all just innocent fun. Isn’t it?
When I finally get home the house is dead quiet. As I walk
past the master bedroom, I am taken aback by what I see - the
queen-sized bed is unmade, and the sheets are tousled. The
bedspread is pulled back. Why? If Mike had, for some strange
reason, come home in the middle of the day for a nap (which
he never does), he would have made the bed again. It’s just not
like him to leave a mess. Not at all! This is very odd indeed.
I stand and stare for a moment. And then it all starts to

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