“No, Mom, you don’t get it.”
“Honey, I think I do. You had a rough first day. Tomorrow will be better.”
“NO! tomorrow is never better”
“Okay, I know your feelings got hurt-”
“This isn’t about my feelings! If you were listening you would know that!” I sniffed. “How would you feel if your new boss disrespected you like my new teachers did to me?! Would you want to do anything for them?”
“No, but I think you’re just sensitive.”
“See! You’re not listening. This isn’t about my feelings- this is about how I want to go to a different school.”
“Hon, I think they just saw you in your radical combat boots and thought-”
“Exactly. And now you’re changing your story. I get enough of people judging me from the other kids and even you! I don’t need it from teachers; “adults” who are supposed to be mature and helping me learn. Not disrespecting me on the first day of school.”
“Just give it some time.”
“You know what? I gotta go.”
“Oh really? Where?”
“I don’t want to talk about this any more”
She sighed.