Suddenly, a loud pounding was heard on the bedroom door, almost causing Jennifer to drop her cigarette. "Shit," she uttered, then turned towards her closed door and yelled angrily "What do you want?!"
"Open this door right now!" came her mother's voice, as angry as her own.
Groaning, Jennifer snuffed out her cigarette then grumpily made her way to the door. Opening it, she saw her mother giving her a scowl. "What is it?" Jennifer asked, annoyed that her mom had interrupted her smoking. It had calmed her down, but now she was feeling angsty again.
Her mother sniffed the air. "Have you been smoking?" she asked.
"What the fuck do you care? You're barely ever here." It was true that her mother spent just as much time outside of the house as her father. Martha the maid, on the other hand, had more of a reason to complain about Jennifer's smoking habits, but she had the day off today.
"Don't you talk to me that way, you little brat," her mom said, angrily.
Jennifer blinked, realizing what she had just said to her own mother. She never talked like that to her parents, and she never acted like a brat around them either. That just wasn't her. Or at least, it wasn't until she transformed into a Goth girl.
Her mom settled down a little. "Just get going, okay? The bus won't wait for you." Then she turned and headed down the hall, regretting that she ever had a child, or at least one that turned out like her daughter.
Did she say "bus"? But ... Jennifer had her own car. She hadn't ridden the bus in about two years. Just how much different was her life now? No car, a mother that hated her ... did her father hate her too? What about her friends? What about her boyfriend? She never dreaded about going to school as much as she did right now.