When I get home, my sister is home, but my mom is shopping. “Hey Claire, do you think mom would let me go to a party?” “Hell no, she never let me. So don’t even try asking her to go” “Then how do you have all those amazing stories about the supposed High School Parties?” I ask her. “I snuck out, dumbass.” “Well then I’m sneaking out,” “Why do you want to go to a party anyway? Wait, did this friend of yours invite you.” She says smirking. “No. This kid invited the whole school, even though he probably only meant cool people. That kid got into a fight with me and Harry today and we left school at like 12. No one noticed. We went to see a movie and decided to go to his party tonight.” “Let me get this straight, the nerds skipped school and then are going to a high school party. What rebels,” she gasps exaggeratedly. I roll my eyes,” “And you went and seen a movie, how romantic.” “Shut up, Claire. It’s not like that.” I start walking upstairs to my room. “Keep telling yourself that kid, and you’ll be alone for life,” She says, laughing. She follows me up the stairs to her room. I stick my middle finger up and her and enter my room. I love her but I hate her all at the same time. I open my phone, check my messages, then plug it in. I take a shower and put a some jeans on, white sneakers, and a black t-shirt. My hair is getting longer, and I should probably cut it, but that can wait for another week or so. I run my hands through it a few times and call it good. I have about an hour till the party. It’s about seven when my mom gets home and Harry just sent me Jackson’s address. It’s about twenty minutes from my house, so I plan to leave around 7:35. I help my mom unload the groceries from her car and then she turns on the TV, and watched Wheel Of Fortune. It’s about 7:30 when I tell her I am going up to my room, and I tell her I want to get to sleep really early so I can wake up really fresh tomorrow for the super big test I have. She nods, and I know she won’t even come up the stairs to check on Claire. Claire told her a few years ago, you can come in her room until 6 o clock. Then it’s off limits to enter her room. So she won’t even bother to look up the stairs. Plus her room is on the main level.  I head upstairs, stuff some pillows under a big blanket, and make it look like I’m asleep. Then I grab my phone and car keys, and head out my window, on to the tree and down to my car, which is parked on the curb cause there is only room for one car in the garage. I text Harry, 

On my way

He responds back,

Same

I set my phone down and drive.