This is really a short story but i posted it as novel so that i wouldn't take up so much space on my by posting all the parts :)
My heels clicked on the marble floor as I made my way into the parlor with Kate by my side. Dad sits up off the couch as we walked in. I knew he had never been a fan of what I wore but he had come to just accept it lately. He looked at me know and I could see in his eyes that he realized more for the first time that his baby girl is now all grown up.
Why can’t you just stop getting older girls?” Michael asked. He is wearing his simple cotton T-shirt and jeans as usual, and he also wore a smile in his eyes that made him my hero as he had since I was a little girl.
“I would love to stop aging at twenty-two,” I said. “Just find me that fountain of youth for me.
“You’re so corny, Alice,” Kate said and dad and I both laughed. He gave me one his famous bear hugs (famous to me) temporally squeezing the breath out of me.
As he walked to door with us I informed him. “We’re just going over to her place to watch movies,” I said, bobbing my head towards Kate at her.
He told us to have fun and be good and we walked out the door and he shut the door once we were out. When we reached the Corvette that my dad had bought me for my sixteenth birthday we slipped inside and I said; “I feel guilty lying to dad about this, for skipping our father-daughter day to go to a little party.”
First of all it’s not a little party, and second of all you’re finally growing up goody-to-shoes,” Kate said, letting out a small cackle of laughter. “You lied and he totally believed you.”
I started the engine and we zoomed down the driveway making a right onto the open road. “Don’t call me that,” I told her. “I don’t nessacarily think it’s funny to lie, especially to my father.”
“I will call you that,” Kate said, matter-of-factly. “You’ve earned the nickname, honey. You have the best drugs, parties, selection of booze, all the best that never ends! she spoke about everything as if it was the most important thing in the world. “You don’t take advantage of any of it except the occasional party.”
“You can call me whatever you want then,” I said knowing she would anyway. “I don’t want to stay high or drunk all the time, life is full of other brilliant things.”
“You sound like one of those campaign ladies that come to our school shouting ‘Say NO to Drugs!’ ” Kate changed her voice in mock to the last part, and then let out a burst of laughter.
“Anyway, I wish Karen would believe me like that,” Kate said.
We are going almost eighty now with the top down, Kate’s long blonde curly hair and my brown hair streaked with black highlights were blowing in the wind. It was getting close to sunset.
Your mother doesn’t believe you because she has caught you in lies since you could talk,” I informed her.
“I know lying is my best quality,” sounding sincerely proud of herself. “I need to learn not to get caught though.”
“You’re really screwed up,” I told her, pulling into Kate driveway in front of the three stories, six bedrooms/ six bathroom mansion.
Nobody respects a liar; most people don’t even want to be around one. I stay friends with her only because I don’t desert my friends. I thought as we walked inside the party. I didn’t say this out loud because I knew it would only start an argument.