Hey Siri

5.

Five

"Mom c'mon I just want to go this time and see what all the fuss is about."

"I said no"

"But I've never been to a party before" I whine.

"Even better reason for me to say no"

"Did I ever tell you how pretty you are?"

"I know that, still NO!"

"Even Vivienne-"

"No"

"But-"

"No"

*Breathes*

"NO!"

Groaning I stomp my way to the living room. This has been going on for the past thirty minutes, me begging my mom and her portraying the many uses of the word 'no', in this case crushing my dreams. Yes, I'm being dramatic, yes I know you didn't ask; yes I'm talking to myself, 'yes my lovely wonderful daughter go have a blast at that party'- said no mother ever. Well, at least not mine.

"But you let me hang out with my friends, go over for study groups, hell even roam around the entire freaking town. I don't see how one party makes a difference?" Yes, Chloe keep up the fighter spirit.

"Language! You don't know what goes on in those parties, trust me, honey, it's not your thing. I let you go to all those places because I trusted you and I still do, but I don't trust those kids there. The whole 'party' is just a dolled up name for kids to do wild things without adult supervision."

This is ridiculous, how can mom just not let me go today. Doesn't she understand the importance of an average looking girl to go to a high school party? If she doesn't let me go today, how am I supposed to do the whole 'I'm so basic and know shit about makeup but have endless supply anyway, I must call my only best friend to help me apply mascara on my eyes to help make my dull brown eyes pop so that I can look into a mirror and go all whoa who that chick? I can't recognize myself in the mirror and be the hottest girl on the planet' thing.

"Mom you know you're not making any sense right? This is serious; I don't care if you don't let me go today." Ok, maybe I do. "But this is about me learning things on my own."

"You're free to learn Chloe, but this is not the right time. I want no further whining on this, you might hate me now, but you'll thank me later."

There stamped, signed, sealed, so much for a fighter.

"Fine... fine. F-I-N-E. Fine." She always gets the last say. Fine if I'm not going to a party I can, at least, watch them on YouTube, they must have at least uploaded one of those things on there.

"Okay mom, you know what I'm going to sit in my room and let this denial sink in. It's not every day you ask your only mom about something and she denies you without a proper reason. Okay? Good."

Without waiting for her response, I run to my room. Taking out my phone I quickly text Vivienne, informing her that I won't be attending Ian's party. Now for some real badass partying.

~Fifteen minutes later~

The. Hell. Did. I. Just. Watch.

This is so not like the Disney theme parties I attended as a kid. Nope, it was more of, well, everything except clothes. God, I need Holy water for my eyes. What creeped me out, even more, was the 'recommended' horse mating videos below. Like no sir, I do not want to learn how horses get it on. EW.

Have I mentioned how lucky I am to have such a wonderful mother? Didn't I? Pfft must've slipped off my mind.

Deciding I need to get rid of those creepy images, I called out to my trusty friend, no not Vivienne (whom I haven't yet heard from), but my one and only Siri. I'm such a dork, it's just sad.