GENRE: Young Adult Modern Fantasy
It’s the dead of night on Friday. Sneaking-out time.
Yeah, my conscience nagged me, but I ignored it and raised my bedroom window.
Behind me, my friend hissed, “If your parents hear us, we’re toast, son.”
“Hey, Logan, you gotta be optimistic. Being grounded isn’t so bad if you don’t get caught sneaking out. And I’ve never, ever gotten caught. Besides, people are counting on me.”
At CHHS, my high school, I’d become Cash Flaherty: taxi service to underage binge drinkers. I tried explaining this to my dad, but he couldn’t care less. The grounding stood.
Course, I’m going out anyhow. Something in my character is faulty. When I think of the dumb things I’ve done…Sheesh, I have to stay positive.
I glanced at the Irish blessing that’d hung over my bed like a shield since I was a kid.
Wherever you go and whatever you do,
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.
I smiled at the words. Staying positive is really key when doing something morally ambiguous.
Then I swung my long legs out the window onto the ledge outside.
A light rain made the brick slippery. I whisper-yelled to my buddy, “It’s wet, but we'll make it down.” Good thing our Texas two-story is massive. Using the crevices, I inched lower and got to the column. Climbing down the side of a house in the rain was hell on my new shirt, but when duty called, I answered.