Jason's Mom

Jason Davenport

I lay on my bed exhausted. I'd just gotten home from school after a 3 hour long practice.

Coach was getting us ready for a game against St John's High; the current state champions. So we've been training hard for it.

I guess this was good in some way, as I usually got home late as a result of the training. And as soon as I had dinner, I went straight to bed.

This actually helped me forget that I was grounded. Well, except on the weekends when I had absolutely nothing to do.

Well, Dad was leaving soon. And obviously the guilt of leaving me behind would prompt him to lift the ban. And voilà, I'm not grounded anymore.

I just hoped he would let me have my car back as well.

I stopped running my fingers through my hair as I thought of Ashley. Ever since I'd seen her that night underneath the tree talking to someone on the phone, I'd been suspicious.

Was she planning to rob him?

Hurt him?