My name is Kida—Kida Fallon, if you’re looking to be specific. I’m not due to some circumstances that make being a 17-year-old girl even more frustrating and confusing. I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing in my life. Not a clue. Normally, you’d say that’s fine and that I still had time to ponder my future, but let’s just say my situation is a bit different.
Let me explain.
My dad, Noct Fallon, is a politician. He’s so driven to change things for the better, but even as a father he’s a bit intimidating. He’s not the president’s right-hand or anything like that, but no one can deny that he has some influence in our city. “He get’s shit done”, as people would say. It’s needless to say that he’s always running around with a Bluetooth in his ear and his phone in his hand. When he’s not home for a brief moment, he’s at his office downtown.
That’s one reason why I feel a bit…restricted.
Then there’s my Mom–Marina Fallon, she’s a detective. She puts on her uniform and transforms into one of the city’s best detectives. It was great when I was younger, because all my classmates would love when she’d come to school. Now, I find that I’m invited to a lot less events just because they think I’d “snitch” on them.
If only they knew I’d love to do all of that fun stuff.
So, there’s another reason why I feel bound to my little path.
Now, don’t get me wrong, because I love my family. We have fun and play jokes on each other, but when it comes to this confusing time in my life, I need something else. My kid siblings, Zak and Lola help me unwind, sure, and even my aunts and cousins are great. But sometimes, what a person needs is not family, but some good friends to get into trouble with.
And boy did I like that.
With the expectations that my parents had for me, as the eldest kid, I needed to have fun somehow. That “somehow” often ended up with me sneaking out in the middle of the night to go dancing or just to hang out with my friends.
I have two close friends: Maya and Clyde. We’ve been friends since our first year of high school. They’re wild and hanging out with them is definitely never dull. Every day is an adventure and if I need an alibi, they always have my back.
Now those are some true friends.
Tonight, like most nights, I wait long enough for the house to quiet down so I can meet my friends at Maya’s apartment. I didn’t know what mess we would get into, but I didn’t care. I lived for the adrenaline–the rush of excitement from doing the things I wanted to and from the things that I know my parents wouldn’t want me to do.
“You ready for this?” Clyde asks.
“Haven’t said ‘no’ to this point. Why would I start?” I smirk.
No harm could come from it.