It was a regular tuesday morning, the sun was shining trough my dirty window and everything was just so perfect at this moment. But then, the horror has begun. Mum was coming in my room and began yelling at me like I'd rob the queen or something. But no:" Rose, I said you have to clean up your room!" She yelled. "But mum, I already have!" She was really angry but when she thinks that my room's dirty, I can promise her, her mind is even dirtier. "Rose, everywhere these fucking vynls and Cd's! And look, here's a jeans jacket with a John Lennon quote on it. It's like you live in the 90's! Why you're not normal like the other Teenagers in your age?!" I've seen how sad mum was but I havent answer her question. I would say the same, like :" Mum, it's my way to live my life okay?" She would say the same like she said. My morning was ruined, mum was going to the store to buy some milk and bread. I was home alone and started to play a vynl from The Beatles. " whisper words of wisdom, let it be!" I was singing so loud. Shit, is there somewhere one on this world who likes the same music as I do? I was playing a new vynl from Bob Dylan, oh shit. Mum comes home....
