Grounded

　　I am grounded. I haven’t been in the house for up to a day and I am already grounded. The good part is, my room is big. So that’s something. But they took my phone. That’s how upset my parents are, mostly Daddy.

　　It’s the evening of day two of being grounded and I am slowly losing it. I walk around the room. A second later, I return to lying face down on my bed. I hate this punishment. I am allowed to leave the room but when all I will see are my parents’ judgy eyes, I will rather be in here bored out of my mind. 

　　My eyes close, the next thing I am waking up to is Mum at the door. Her smile is not as happy. Well, yeah, I am not happy with her either. Light filters in through the crack of the windows and I rub the back of my eyes. Today is Monday. Monday is school. I will have to deal with a brooding Calum again. 

　　“Tessa, you will be late. Your daddy’s ready.”