Crisis

This sunday night, I was having some problems with my mom so I decided it would be better if I spent some time at my dad's house. I had my mom drop me off two hours early at work. I fell asleep in the break room until it was time for my shift. After sleeping and colorfully decorating several golf balls, I started my shift, finished up, caught a ride home with my dad's girlfriend. She drove me to my dad's house where I would spend the night alone and I could relax and clear my mind. I realized later that I left my schoolbooks at my moms so I ride my bike almost 8 miles to her house, sneak in, stuff as much stuff as I can in a bookbag, and go out to the garage to get my bike. She catches me and won't let me leave. I leave anyways, walking a few miles before I have my stepmom pick me up. I'm cooking myself dinner when my phone rings. It's my mom and we fall into this huge, long conversation and it was not a good one. After she hangs up, I get another call from a number I don't recognize (it's the police). Apparently, my mom reported me as a missing runaway (after I told her I was fine and I was at my dad's with a ride to school the next day). I had to call my dad's girlfriend over to make it look like she was watching me. While I packed for her house, my dad's girlfriend ended up booking the officer's daughters for 3 separate parties at my dad's spa (hahahahaha). I slept at her house, went into school late because she couldn't take me until after her kids. That was my sunday night and monday morning.