"Kaytee!" my mom yelled from downstairs.
i ignored her and kept typing to my friend Niya on my computer.
"Kaytee come down here!" yelled my mom again.
I heard my door slam open,"KAYTEE SEATON!" yelled my mom from behind me.
I jumped up, turning around,"what mother," i said with a blank expression
"you're always on that DAMN COMPUTER! stop being A DISAPOINTMENT AND GO OUTSIDE FOR ONCE!" she screamed with the veins in her forehead popping.
"yeah no offense, but that's never happening," i said
"i will enlist you in the YMCA camp," she threatened
"sure you've been saying that for the past two years," i said smirking
"hmmm, we'll see about that," she said walking out
"close my door!" i screamed
"no you!" she screamed
"ugh you're so annoying!" i screamed and closed my door myself and went back to typing on my computer.
"KATEEE WAKE UP!" my mom screamed
and i jumped in my bed, gasping.
"MA IT'S 6 AM, LET. ME. SLEEP!" i screamed
"you're going to the ymca!" she screamed smiling widly
"you're joking!" i said angrily
"nopeee you have ten minutes to get ready!" she said walking out of my room and closing my door
"I WILL-" i screamed
"i don't wanna hear it," she screamed back
i might as well get ready.
white nasa t-shirt, shorts that were big for my legs, but not for my waist, and it had a black belt on it so, and i wore my dark blue high top converses. then i had a black sweatshirt rapped around my waist, my dirty blonde hair was down because it was to my shoulders and curly and i couldn't do anything with it and i honestly didn't care enough to do so. i didn't bother to do my makeup i was pale, had freckles that were cute on me, and dark green eyes, my eyebrows were just like instagram brows, but natural? i put on chapstick.
"the universe hates me, that's it," i said
"i'll probably get shot here by gang members, this isn't ok," i said
"why me" i said looking at the ground
i turned to my mom in the car
"why are you making me do this, i can't believe you," i said clutching my head because i had a raging headache.
"well you can't be on your phone and computer all day," she said
"yes i can," i said clutching my phone next.
"no k, you cannot," she said keeping her eyes on that road
"mom- it's my-" i started
"keep complaining and i'll drag you in by your hair in front of everyone!" she screamed turning to me
"eyes on the road mother," i said pointing to the road
"right," she said softly
it was quiet for a while.
YOU ARE READING
WildSide
Teen Fiction15 year old Kate gets sent to the ymca, for what? being on her computer, during SUMMER. when she's here she realizes it's harder to socialize than she though, getting beat up and finding love? psh, i guess you'll have to read to see.
