American Idiot

I made a second attempt to start a new story so please comment your honest opinion and vote!! :) P.S before you start thinking that this is just another dumb cliché story, I promise that it's not!! Give it a shot pleaseeeee :) and another p.s the main girl is from England but i wont be writing "Mom" as "mum" because I'm not british so i dont usually do that, if anyone's wondering lol.

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I was watching my mother hurriedly shove my stuff into my worn out blue suitcase, not even bothering to ask what I wanted to bring with me. I had refused to pack it, so she offered to do it for me. But it didn't make me grateful or happy, it made me want to scream in frustration and tell her to cut it out.

I didn't want to leave England and go to the US for a whole year because my mother is being ridiculous. I certainly did not need an attitude change. She just wanted to send me there because of my sarcastic and short-tempered personality which apparently she can't handle.

My mother is known to be a bit of a drama queen.

But I don't see why it needs to be disciplined when it is perfectly fine. And the worst part is, she's not going with me. I'm going to be living with complete strangers.

"They're not strangers," my mother had exclaimed, "I actually know them very well. I met them when they visited Manchester once. They're very nice people, so be polite and get rid of that awfully sarcastic attitude of yours, young lady!" I mentally rolled my eyes when she said that. What? I didn't want to be forced to stay there for another year! So of course I couldn't roll my eyes at her, even though they were basically itching to do it.

I snapped back to reality at the sound of my suitcase being shut firmly. Looking up, I saw my mom standing by my bed with her hands on her hips, lips pursed tightly, glaring at me impatiently. I glared right back, showing her how upset I really was. This is totally poor parenting!

"Don't glare at me! It will most definitely not get you out of this situation," she snapped. I was about to protest when she rudely cut me off, "End of discussion. Eat your supper and get ready for bed. We're leaving at seven a.m sharp tomorrow." And with that final statement, she left my room. By this time I was ready to strangle someone. How could she do this to me? She was supposed to be my mother! But no, she just had to go all demon mom on me. I'm starting to believe that she isn't human.

I skipped supper just to piss her off, even though it was torture because I was starving. But I refused to give her the satisfaction of giving in. I'm stubborn, sue me.

After showering for at least thirty minutes to piss her off even more, I angrily threw up my red loose curls in the messiest bun ever made and stomped off towards my bed. I was aware of the fact that I was acting childish, but I couldn't help it. My mother was literally ruining my life. Even though I had only one friend here, I didn't want to leave her behind. I didn't want to go to some random high school. I was perfectly fine with the one I was currently in. Even though I hated most of the people there, I bet on my life that it's better than some American high school. But I knew I had to go.

Ugh, why couldn't my mom be normal and non-evil like the rest of them? Is that so much to ask for? To have a decent mother? I guess it is. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom but she's overly dramatic and gets on my nerves ninety-nine percent of the time. God, I just hoped I'll survive this year.

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"Clary! Get up! I will not repeat myself for the third time!" My mom shouted from downstairs, her voice piercing a hole in my eardrums. Groaning, I grabbed my pillow and hid my head underneath it, blocking out the sound of her irritating voice.