The Life Of A Rebellious Immortal Teenager

The Life Of A Rebellious Immortal Teenager Part 2

Chapter Two... The Wrath Of Mom

I made it home after dark that day. I slipped back in through my window, thinking my mom would be asleep. Stupid. Mom was well and truly awake, but she was feigning sleep... in MY bed!

"Crap," I gasped as I landed on the floor under my window. Mom sat up, and my body went rigid.

"Isabelle Renee Black!" Mom shreiked. "Oh, you have some explaining to do!"

"Relax, mom," I said coolly. "I was just hanging with some friends."

"Oh, would these be the same friends Rosalie saw you with?!" mom asked, frowning.

"No, I don't know what you're talking about," I lied calmly.

"Don't lie to me," mom snapped. "You used to be such a good girl... until you hit puberty."

"You mean until I actually grew up and saw what a freak I was?" I asked harshly.

"You're not a freak," mom said quietly and sternly.

"Like hell I'm not!" I shouted.

"How often am I gonna have to have these arguments with you?" mom said, rolling her eyes. "Every day it's the same thing. You sneak out your bedroom window whilst your grandfather isn't around hoping we won't notice. Then you go and hang around those drug addicts that are dragging you down to their level!"

"They're my friends!" I snapped.

"They're not friends, Isabelle!" mom snapped back. "They're people who are going to ruin your life! People who are trashing your reputation! And for what? A few cigarettes? I thought you were above all that."

"I don't smoke," I lied.

"Oh, and suddenly Aunt Rose is feeding me lies?" mom asked skeptically. "Or your father? He spotted you puffing on one last time you went to Miami!"

"Oh, wow!" I laughed sarcastically. "Nice to know I have privacy! But thanks for setting my whole family out to spy on me so that you can know what I'm up to!"

"They aren't spying on you," mom sighed. "You just happen to find the stupidest spots to do the stupidest things!"

"Oh, jeez!" I snapped. "Like that's any different!"

"It is!"

"Yeah, right!"

"If you don't want us to know what you're up to, then do things we might actually be proud of. I don't remember the last time I could use that in a sentence to you where it actually meant something, you know."

"Like I care!"

"Don't shout at me!"

"Well, don't piss me off!"

"Isabelle!" my grandmother Bella stood in the doorway, looking annoyed. Mom glanced at her, then looked back at me.

"Mom, I can handle this," mom sighed angrily.

"No, obviously you can't," Bella spoke, frowning. "We can hear you downstairs."

"You know, I miss living in the cottage," I snarled. "But then you let Alice and Jasper have it!"

"Isabelle, don't speak like that, please," Bella sighed. "Show some respect."

"I'll do what I want," I muttered.

Bella and mom both rolled their eyes.

"You're seventeen tomorrow," mom sighed, frustrated. "Are you gonna carry on like a child through that age too? Or do we have to wait until you're actually over the teens?"