[b]"You're grounded"[/b]

[i]"But I-"[/i]

[b]"No buts this time. You can't keep doing this Bailey."[/b]

Bailey Renee Sinclaire had been caught with a pack of smokes in her bedroom once again. She had thought she was getting better at hiding the things, but it appeared that parents always had the sixth or seventh sense of always finding them. A slamming of a door later, Bailey was in her bed pouting. Her body was adorned in high waisted jeans, and a blouse. Before she had climbed into bed she had thrown off the  red leather jacket she had been planning on wearing out that afternoon out with the other girls in the Slicks. Gazing to the window the fresh air and bright sun of Sea Salt Bay shined through. 

Life was so unfair.

Bailey rejoiced in the thought of school starting back up soon, it meant freedom from her parents for a little bit. Both her mother and father worked at the school, but that didn't mean they were with her every part of the day. Plus excuses of group projects was always a great way to get out of the house and go hang with her friends down at the park or junkyard. On good days the boardwalk. Releasing another exasperated sigh, Bailey rolled off her bed and went out into the kitchen to see if there were any chores she could be doing to lessen her "jail time" or see if her parents were going out at all so she could sneak out.