GENRE: Young Adult
"Mother," I say, with as much distain as I can possibly muster, "you are ruining my life."
She smiles her sweetest smile. And can I just say, there is nothing more annoying than when you're trying to make a point and your mother just keeps on pretending everything is normal, like she hasn't just delivered the lowest blow of your entire life.
"Don't be so dramatic, Lexie," she says, and actually has the nerve to roll her eyes at me. "I'm not saying you can't go. I'm just saying I'm not paying for it."
I am speechless. Well, okay, not quite. "But that's the same thing," I say, not sure how she hasn't realized this already.
Mom crinkles her brow. "Of course it's not the same thing."
I crinkle my brow right back at her. "Don't be stupid Mother." I wonder if my use of ‘Mother' is starting to push it. I always carefully reserve it for times when it really needs to count, and even then, I usually try to use it only once per argument.
She sighs. "You're just going to have to earn the money on your own. You're thirteen now. Plenty old enough to get a job."
This time I really am speechless.
Did she just say job?I mean, as if. How am I supposed to raise six thousand dollars? No job in the world pays that much. It's not as if I have years to save up or anything. I'm thirteen! I mean gawd,