"Mum no!" I raise my voice at my mother
"Your behaviour is so inappropriate I don't know what to do with tot anymore" she fires back
"Mum i only went to a party. What's the big deal?" I yell
She doesn't understand my generation.
"The big deal is your behaviour, you sneak of the party's, you sneak of the concerts and properly more things that I'm not sure I even want to know about! You properly smoke as well" she yells
"Come on you know I wouldn't smoke" I assure her
"I'm calling your father! You can go live with him until you get your priorities straight" she says and my eyes go wide
"What?" I yell
"Mum no! Don't send me to dads" I beg and ask at the same time
"I don't have a choice, your going to your fathers" she yells and I groan as loud as possible while walking up stairs to my bedroom and slamming my door so hard my walls kind of shake.
Mum and I have been having fights a couple times a week, but who the hell does she think she is?
She says she doesn't let me go to parties because I have been sneaking out but the truth is, I sneak out because she doesn't let me go to parties.
