PSYCHO KIDNAPPER

Beep beep beep beeepppppp (alarm). "Oh Shit!!! I am late again!" I groaned, the digital clock flashing 7:30 AM. Gosh, Mom was going to kill me. This was the fifth time this week I was late for school. I scrambled out of bed, a frantic blur of motion.
After a quick shower, I threw on my usual skinny blue jeans, a yellow top, and my favorite converse. I curled my hair, leaving it loose, and applied a touch of makeup. A final glance in the mirror confirmed I looked presentable, despite the rush.
Downstairs, my younger brother Ken was already at the dining table, munching on his breakfast. He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Mom is pissed, you are late again." I hated it when he did that, enjoying my fear. My heart sank. Mom was definitely going to ground me, and I had plans with Jason this weekend.
Just then, Mom entered the dining area, her expression calm but firm. "Oh, so finally you got ready." I swallowed, too scared to reply. "Come on Sharon, this is the fifth time you are getting late for school, have some sense of responsibility dear," she said, her voice softer than I expected. "I am sorry, Mom, it will not happen again, I promise." I really hoped it wouldn't. My date with Jason depended on it.
