The car ride was quite silent for most of the time until my mother began saying, “Lorraine, about this boy your dating…”
“Mom! What have I told you about staying out of my life!?” I began yelling immidiatly. Lately my parents have been trying to make my life as miserable as possible. “Listen honey, your father and I aren’t all that sure he’s…we don’t think he cares about you do liike you do to him.”
“Shut up! i know he does. He’s told me over and over again. You’re starting to sound like…like Peyton!” I spat the name out in a small shrill.
“Keep your voice down! I’m only trying to help!” My mom started yelling now too.
“No you’re not! You’re trying to make sure my life is as miserable as Hell. I’m sick of this!” My mom slammed the brake hard, making me fly a little forward. When I pushed my hair out of my face I looked around. We were at the school.
“Get out of the damn car Lorraine.” My mom whispered quietly. I did, and made sure to slam the door as hard as possible. I didn’t care she was crying.