Chapter 2: Mother Doesn't Approve

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   "Thats disgusting!" my mother blurts out as we're walking through the door. "It's such a shame seeing kids smoke at such a young age!"

    I rolled my eyes. same with my brother, he agrees that my mother can be a bit judgmental. we both look at each other and roll our eyes again as my mom is still going on about the two men outside. She always has to talk about every person she sees, she thinks everyone has to live her lifestyle which is "perfect".

  

     "Hey mom, im going to go look at my new room." I blurt out as I head towards the stairs.

      "okay!" she replies "hope you like the furniture I picked out while I was here a few months ago."

     We've already owned this house for a few months. Our mother wanted to stay in Ireland until my father was financially stable and into rehab. But that took a while.

     Finally I find my room upstairs. it wasn't very hard to find since there aren't very many rooms upstairs. My mom and my brother decided on their bedrooms which were down stairs. My room had a personal bathroom which is really nice. now in the morning,  I won't have to share the bathroom with my brother whilst getting ready for school.

      I'm really curious about those men outside. They're really hot, expecially with all the tattoos thag one guy had. I Wonder if I should go out there and introduce myself. Or should I not? Hmmm? I will!

     As im heading towards tbe front door my mother catches me.

   

     "where do you think your going?" my mom asks in curiosity.

    

      "im just going out to introduce myself to those men out there." I say, realizing I should have told her I was going for a walk. Why did I say men?

       "Men?" my mom replies. "My daughter isn't going to go out and meet men smoking cigarettes!"

  

         "BUT MOM I WANT TO GE-" I scream but my mom interrupts me.

         "sorry." my mom apologies trying to be sweet. "why dont you go unpack all of your stuff from your suitecase?"

     I storm up to my room madder than ever, and throw my heas into my pillow and try to calm down.

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END OF CHAPTER 2.

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