My Teen Life

Noisy People

The rain finally stopped when I got home from Brent's house. It was kinda weird that he asked me to go, but oh well at least he asked me.

I smelt the fresh rain that just fell from the sky once I came out of my mom car. I walked almost loosening my balance because I was to happy.

I opened up the door carefully and slid my way in. Missy came running  to me when she was done her nap.  Missy barked in a loud bark. She wanted me to pet her. 

"Shhhhhh." I whispered, then bent down putting my finger over my mouth and brushed my hand on Missy.

I quickly got up ran my way to the stairs. I went by the living room; no one there, by the kitchen; no one there, by the bathroom; no one there. Was mom up stairs? I dashed quickly to the stairs and stomped up seeing what mom was doing. For the love of God she better not be in my room; she always does that when I'm gone. Wait did she know I was gone? Oh no this can't be good.

I walked straight to my room and opened the door, she was looking though my side table. Really, really she doesn't know what the word privacy means, seriously I like tell her every week.

"MOM what are you doing!" I yelled when I saw her bent down looking through my table. 

"I was just looking" she said in a sweet innocent voice. 

"For what?" I looked around my room and saw the sweater on my bed. This can't be happening. She closed the door, pick up the sweater and walked towards me. 

"What's this?" She asked holding it up. She totally ignored my question.  

"It's just a sweater." I rudely said while grabbing the sweater from her hand. 

"Okay, you don't need to give me attitude I was just asking." she started talking seriously and giving me a I am your mother look. 

She started walking out of my room. 

"Stay out of my room." I yelled. 

"What?" she yelled to me. 

"Leave me the hell alone " I mumbled with an attitude. 

"Excuse me." She turned around and looked at me.

I hate that when this happens, I yell something to my mom; she doesn't hear me. I mumble something; she hears me completely fine. Is this how mothers work for everyone?

I close my door and threw the sweater on the bed.

**

"Sam come down, suppers ready!" My mom yelled at me. 

I sat up from my bed holding my phone. I was starving. I could eat a horse.

I went down stairs and went straight to the kitchen. The first thing I saw was sushi. I never had sushi before. Well it's worth a try.

I grabbed a plate and made my way to the table. I waited for mom to come with the sushi. She finally came with one plate and a drink. Where was my food? She sat down and started eating while I stared at her. 

"Where's my food?" I asked 

"You can go get it yourself." She angrily said to me as she began putting sushi in her mouth. 

"Okay." I said with attitude while getting up off my chair heading to the kitchen.

I picked up the chopsticks trying to pick the sushi up. It wasn't working and I got angry so I stabbed the chopstick into the sushi and dropped it onto my plate. Same with the rest.

I grabbed a glass, and pored water into it. I started walking back to my seat. This better not be a awkward supper. Hopefully mom wasn't mad at me, no from before.

I sat down looking at mom. She was to busy eating. I picked up the chopsticks and began to try to pick them up. I kept on dropping it, and dropping it, over and over again. That was it I'm stabbing it. I lifted my chopstick up like I was gonna kill someone with a knife and threw it down into the sushi.

My mom looked at me with her eyes up and her head down. What was her problem, why was she so mad?  

"What?" I said looking straight at her with sushi in my hand. 

She brought her head up and said  " You took my car with out asking me." She started yelling at me. Where did that come from? I asked why she was staring at me and I get yelling.

" I needed it for a good reason" I said yelling back at her. 

"Which reason is that Samantha." She set down her chopsticks and looked at me wide eyed. 

"You don't need to know everything about me." I screamed at her getting out of my chair and stomping towards the stairs.

I ran up stairs to my room, slamming the door and sitting on my bed. I started to text my best friend Megan. Megan was beautiful, she had long blond hair that went to her waist, bright blue eyes, and tanned skin.

Sam:

Omg Meg my mom started screaming at me.

It took her a few minutes for her to text me back.

Meg:

What did you do?

What did I do? How could she say that. Maybe my mom did something and screamed at me for no reason, but no, so I shouldn't get mad cause she's right I did do something, but it was important.

Sam:

Nothing really, I just took her car.

Meg:

Really? To go where.

Sam:

Yeah, I really want to tell you in person, can we hang out tomorrow?

Meg:

Can't family day trip, maybe the day after that.

I couldn't go, that's when I'm going to the water park with Brent.

Sam:

Can't busy. Maybe Sunday.

Meg:

Sure, anyways I gtg, where having supper soon.

Sam:

Okay bye.

** 

I was still on my bed on my phone doing different stuff like; Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, all of those social networks.

I didn't fell good at all. I felt like I was gonna throw up because my stomach was hurting so bad. I think it was the food I ate. I stood up off my bed and began to walk to my bathroom.

I passed my full body mirror and I caught myself standing there instead of moving, I looked different. I looked at my legs; nope, looked at my chest; nope, I pulled up my shirt to revel my stomach. I looked and felt fat. I think I need to work out this summer.

I walked to the bathroom, getting some pills for my stomach. I also got ready for bed, brushing my teeth, washing my face, going time the washroom.

I was done so I turned off the bathroom light and headed to my dresser where my pj's were. I grabbed out some pink and yellow stripped shorts and a white tank top. 

I tool of my clothes and threw on my pj's.

I hopped into my warm soft blankets, turned off my tiny bedside light and layed there thinking about what happened today.

I finally went to sleep within a half-an-hour.

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okay, this is not based on my mom just to make things clear, well some stuff is true, but not all of it.

I plan on doing more flashbacks, maybe not in the next ones, but I plan to.

Okay tell me what you think so far.

~Dianna