Alarm bells screeched loudly through my ears, and the sounds of hurried footsteps caught my attention. Worry and regret bassed through me, before I began to think about escaping, I heard a car drawing near to the house. At this point I knew I was going to get in trouble.

From the moment I slipped through the gas stations shattered front door, I knew something was different. “JENNA!” my mom yelled from downstairs, interrupting my reading. “Get ready! We’re leaving in thirty minutes.”

I was holding a book in my hands called ‘The 5th Wave’. I picked my book up and began to read again, but I was now too distracted. As I glanced around my square shaped room, my eyes stopped at my closet. I got up from my full-twin bed and slowly stretched my sore limbs before I started to walk towards my clothes. As I stood in front of my closet, the first thought that jumped into my head was that I had nothing to wear. Seriously, my closet was full to the brim, but I still had no clue what to put on. So, I paced, thinking. This would be my fifth time going to the restaurant, Benihanas, for one of my sibling’s birthdays, and I needed to figure out what to wear.

After two minutes I settled on my favorite jeans and a formal black top. Next, my fuzzy boots. With five minutes to spare, I grabbed my book and ran down the stairs to meet with my mom. She was already at the door putting on her shoes. Then, the sounds of an elephant stomping loudly began to descend down the stairs. As I turned my head, I soon realized that it was my brother, Brandon. I practically rolled my eyes at the sight of him. He was wearing a long black shirt with dark blue jeans. And, to top it off, his jeans were practically down to his knees, gracefully showing us his red and black striped underwear. Soon after my two sisters, Brooke and Brianna, came down the stairs, leaving Hunter the last to make it to the car. Halfway to the restaurant and with my nose in my book, I started to feel a sharp pain on my left elbow. I didn’t even have to look to know who it was. The more I ignored Brandon, the more he decided to bug me. With five minutes to the restaurant, I gave up being nice and started kicking Brandon’s shin and slapping him with my book. Halfway through my third strike, Brandon ripped my book out of my hands and held it out of the window. Then brought it back inside and sat on it. With a stupid smug grin of victory, he repeatedly jabbed me with his finger. I didn’t give him the time of day and ignored him the rest of the way to the restaurant. As we all stepped out of the car, I snatched my book from Brandon, and gave him a mean glare. We walked into Benihanas and the first thing that caught my senses was the sound of knives hitting a grill, then being thrown around. This was Benihanas, a restaurant where chefs cook your food in front of you. That’s why I love this place, because they involve you in their show, making jokes, hastily cutting up vegetables, and tossing everything on the grill, dowsing it all in delicious sauces. After, dinner and dessert, Guido and my mom told us that they wanted to stay longer. But, not everyone else did, so Brandon, Brook and I headed home in Brooke’s car.
        

The drive home was intense; I wasn’t sure what kept bugging me until Brandon started to speak. Brandon was never quiet, and with a sudden burst of noise from the last ten minutes of silence, I began to worry. Brandon started to speak slowly with a deep low voice, “Soooo, I was thinking that since I left my keys in the house we shou-.”

“What? What do you mean you left the keys in the house?!” yelled Brook from the driver’s seat. “Why didn’t you notice sooner? Like before we left or at least when we left before our parents?” 
Brandon growled in annoyance, as if we were morons.“I did notice, stupid,” he replied.
Brooke sighed deeply, speaking slowly and steadily. “Okay…now what, Brandon?” At this point I just started to ignore them, not wanting to be involved in the conversation, and became deeply engrossed in my book again. And, then, they started to yell at each other. Before I was able to comprehend what they were saying, I saw that we were already pulling up to our house. As I slowly exited the car and walked up to the steps leading to the front door, a hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back. Of course, it was Brandon. When my eyes met his, I knew I was going to regret what was going to soon take place.    
                  

“No Brandon, I will NOT!” I yelled in resentment.

“Come on Jenna, what could possibly go wrong?” Brandon replied.

“Oh, I don’t know, we could get caught and get into serious trouble if we disturb or break anything.” I snapped back.

“Like what?” he murmured while rubbing the back of his neck with his hand “I don’t know and I don’t care. I’m not doing it.”

To my surprise, my sister jumped in. “Jenna please! I’m going to my friend’s house in a few minutes.”
I blew out a long breath of frustration and nodded my head. “Fine I’ll do it.”

“Okay,” Brandon said. He led us to the side of the house and lifted me up to reach the low roof of the house. Here is the thing; all of the doors and windows were locked except the one that led into my sister’s room on the second floor. I felt my palms begin to become sweaty and then began to notice my bad footing, I began to slip. Immediately, I tried to grab the windows edge and cut my left palm. I wince in pain but luckily it gave me the adrenaline allowing me to pull myself back up.  After lifting up Brookes’ window, alarm bell's screech loudly through my ears and the sound of footsteps leaving in a hurry caught my attention. The thought of worry and regret passed through me. Before I began to think about escaping, I heard a car drawing near to the house. At this point I knew I was going to get in trouble. As my parents got out of the car, I saw their expressions and they weren’t happy.  

In the end I got grounded, I injured my hand, broke the window sill and damaged the roof. If only I listened to my own thoughts and didn’t let my sibling pressure me, then this would have never happened. So, unless you’re okay with the consequences, no matter even if it seems large or small, just be aware there will be consequences no matter what. In all cases, do what you think is right and ignore the people who pressure you.