1000 Words

Samantha 1

I'm in the kitchen, Mum yelling at me. "How could you do that!? I'm starting to think you've forgotten how old you are!"
I roll my eyes. "Mum it was a mistake, I've got to go now though or I will be late."
"No way are you going to the movies with your friends now! After you lie to everyone and say you have smoked!" She turns, leaning on the table. Frustrated. "You were lying, weren't you...?"
I stay silent. If I'm in this much trouble from Mum, wait till Dad comes home and finds out.
"Oh my god Sam." She shakes her head, disappointed. "Tell me, did you?" She looks me in the eye, hard and determined. I have to break contact. Hopefully she will take that as an answer. "Sam, I want to hear you say it."
"Maybe..... a little." I put my head down. I thought she didn't read my messages. "Why were you reading my messages? It was none of your business anyway!"
"Sam I've been reading your messages since you were allowed to text people!"
"Five years! What if that was private!?"
"Private? You tell all your friends who I bet don't even give a shit about you and you can't tell your only mother who loves you no matter what you do!?"
I stand there, shocked. Mum has never talked to me like that.
"Are you angry?' I ask, with no confidence at all.
"No, I'm just disappointed. It's sad that you can't even trust me." A tear drops down Mum's cheek. She shakes her head and walks upstairs, most likely heading to her bedroom. "I don't want to see you for the rest of the night."
What have I done? Should I have told her about more things going on in my life instead of my friends? But to my friends it's not embarrassing, when I tell my Mum I feel like hiding. I have no idea what to do now. I've obviously blown going to the movies with my friends. Or maybe there was a chance that I could still go. Then I would be in even more trouble from Mum. But she did say she didn't want to see me for the rest of the night....
I walk upstairs, stomping and pretending to cry. I slam my bedroom door behind me and head straight for the wardrobe. I pick out a pair of ripped jeans, and a light blue singlet shirt to wear with my big boots. I throw on my brown jacket overtop it all.
I look out of the window. The sky is grey and is lightly sprinkling with rain. There is always damp and colourless weather in England. I sighed. "I'm totally going to regret this." I mumbled under my breath.
I open my door and creep downstairs to the front exit.