"God almighty, why?!" I shouted at my mother.

"Olivia! You've broken curfew three times! You know that I worry about you, baby."

"I know, I'm sorry." I whispered.

"Honey, what have you been doing that makes you come home so late?" My mother asked, gesturing for me to sit down.

"Umm...it's a long story." I said sitting down.