I wait until my dad is out of my room before opening the window. Hoping to get out of the house with no injury, I carefully make my way to the other side, hanging off the ledge. It takes me about three tries before I actually let go of the ledge. I brace myself, and it hurts, but nothing I didn't expect.

I know my dad will kill me if he finds out, but don't I deserve to have fun? I sneak into my car and pray to whoever is up there that he won't hear the engine or my pulling out of the driveway.

When I get to the club I see a short boy. He somehow stands out to me with his honey-brown eyes and curly hair. He's definitely a newcomer. I walk up to him and offer him a drink. At first he hesitates, but he finally agrees. It turns out his name is Blaine.

After an exciting night of dancing with Blaine, I hope I can see him again next time . . .