|Jackson met some very important people.|
|Daddy and Little Man had a sleepover.|
|And mommy had a drink - or six.|
The doorbell rang. I didn't even put down my book or look up from the sentence I was devouring.
There are more than enough people in this house to answer it.
I turned the page and sighed, it had been a long boring summer so far and it was about to get worse.
Samantha Josephine get down here please.
I knew something was wrong, my dad only used my full name when I was in trouble. I walked down the stairs where I met my dad, who was fuming. The only person whose face looked more serious was the police officer's he was standing next to.I was a relatively good kid growing up and only had one run in with "the law" (thanks to my poor choice in friends.) Yet, as a teenager you started to sweat when a police officer rang the doorbell. Even if you knew you didn't do anything wrong you instinctively start running through alibis in your head.