" I told you already, no Cara!" My mother told me, already hearing the tiredness in her voice.
"But mom," I stopped, taking a deep breath. " Everybody is going to be there! They're going with friends and their parents. Why can't you be a cool mom for once and let me have fun?" i cried loudly.
"Because Cara, those parents don't care for their children." My mother sighed heavily. " I care about you, i don't trust myself enough to let you go to that concert and plus, your only 10. For the last time, my answer is no."
I decided to stop asking her. What's the point, in this anyway? I can go another time hopefully. But everybody is gonna be there and im gonna be here in my room, crying my eyes out and listening to my favorite band and my friends get to go breath the same air, they get to take pictures, they get to be close to them and their parents even allow them to go to the concert. I wish i could have as much fun as them.
I slam the door hard enough to let my mom know that I was mad at her. I locked my door and jumped on my bed then grabbed a pillow. I looked at it, not knowing what to do. What do teenage girls do when their boyfriend breaks up with them? I screamed into my pillow and tears started streaming down my face. I did it for quite a while, then someone knocked.
"Cara? Look, im sorry, but I can't do it. We don't have enough money for it and we don't have anybody to drive us there.
'"My friends parents can drive us there." I muttered
"I just said we don't have the money, Cara."
I groaned and screamed. I was furious, i wanted to kick sokmething. I wanted to kick my mom. I don't have the guts to actually do it though. As i started getting less mad, i started getting sad. I just wanted to have fun with my friends.
a/n: ok this was a flashback when she was ten and the next chapter is lukes part and the chapters are gonna be in a pattern and hopefully this whole story will work ok
