Lost in Paris

Chapter Two

By the time we got home I almost wished I could stay in the car filled with awkward silence and angry glances. I knew my mother was waiting inside. Impatiently stomping her foot while she stood looking uptight in her pantsuit. Her blonde hair would annoyingly look as perfect as ever. As I sunk into the foyer I saw my prediction was mostly correct except my mom was wearing a pencil skirt and blouse. My moms face was red like a tomato who's daughter had just ruined her future. I look similar to my mom, my hair was a darker shade of blonde and my eyes were a bluer shade of blue. Also I didn't always look like I was interrogating a felon.
"That was the last straw!" My mother boomed.
"I'm sorry ok!" I burst out. I finally stopped trying to act brave, I was terrified. My life was already restricted enough without my parents completely hating me.
"Sorry is not enough. We payed thousands of dollars so that you could get a good education and then you let that wash down the drain? What kind of daughter are you?" My mother hissed. That blow hurt. I didn't want to be a bad daughter. I choked bad tears. Then they came out of me like an overflowing dam.
"I'm sorry I'm not a good enough daughter, I just want to live my life how I want to," I confessed through sobs. Then I ran upstairs escaping the rest of the lecture.
I ran strait to my room without glancing back. I slammed the door shut behind me. I sat at my mirror. My eyes were red and puffy, my hair was completely untouched just brushed and left natural, my outfit was simply just a turquoise shirt, jeans and converse. My mom always hated how I never look more presentable or put together. My room was pretty normal except my windows were bolted shut and my door had no lock. On my walls some awards like spelling bee champion, just things I didn't care about that my mother signed me up for. I looked at some pictures hanging on my mirror, looking for some source of happiness. I stared at a small picture I had gotten from a school trip to an art museum, the Eiffel Tower, what I wouldn't give to go somewhere new. To be free.
Knock! Knock! It was probably my mom coming to tell me she wasn't done lecturing me. My door had no lock, it wasn't like I could say no.
"Come in," I grumbled already regretting my decision.
My mom marched in and immediately announced,
"After your behavior today we have decided to send you to boarding school."