Post by Cindy Vortex on Nov 20, 2005 20:37:06 GMT -5
One should have been thoroughly glad that they were not the Retroville High School’s punch bag at the moment.
To say that Cindy Vortex was angry would most certainly be an understatement. She was furious. She hadn’t been able to think of anywhere else to go. Fights with her mother frequently did that to her. Normally she would have been able to simply go over to Libby’s or locked herself in her room with her inflatable Neutron (which was currently in her closet collecting more dust than she predicted it ever had), but today was different. Today her mother had hit a softer spot than usual.
“Cynthia Aurora Vortex,” Mrs. Vortex had spat, slamming her hand down on the counter in front of her, “I told you I don’t want you seeing that boy!”
“I can date who I want to date, Mother!” Cindy had defended, though making sure the counter stayed between her and her parent.
Mrs. Vortex was absolutely enraged. “How dare you speak to me with that impudent tone, young lady?! When you live in my house, you live under my rules! Is that clear?!”
“Why does it matter?!” Cindy shrieked, hot tears brimming in her eyes, stinging mercilessly. “Why do you care who I do and don’t go out with? Just leave me alone!” With that, she’d stormed out of the house.
And now she was here, venting her anger, the same tears still clouding her vision. “Don’t tell me how to live my life!” she grunted as she punched and kicked the bag with a vengeance. “Just leave me be! Why do you always have to have control of me?!”
Cindy was at the end of her rope. Her mother would not control her. She didn’t care what she said; she wasn’t going to leave Jimmy just because of that witch. “You can’t tell me who I’m allowed to love.” she whispered dangerously, imagining the punch bag was her mother as she attacked it with fists, feet, and words. “You won’t.”
To say that Cindy Vortex was angry would most certainly be an understatement. She was furious. She hadn’t been able to think of anywhere else to go. Fights with her mother frequently did that to her. Normally she would have been able to simply go over to Libby’s or locked herself in her room with her inflatable Neutron (which was currently in her closet collecting more dust than she predicted it ever had), but today was different. Today her mother had hit a softer spot than usual.
“Cynthia Aurora Vortex,” Mrs. Vortex had spat, slamming her hand down on the counter in front of her, “I told you I don’t want you seeing that boy!”
“I can date who I want to date, Mother!” Cindy had defended, though making sure the counter stayed between her and her parent.
Mrs. Vortex was absolutely enraged. “How dare you speak to me with that impudent tone, young lady?! When you live in my house, you live under my rules! Is that clear?!”
“Why does it matter?!” Cindy shrieked, hot tears brimming in her eyes, stinging mercilessly. “Why do you care who I do and don’t go out with? Just leave me alone!” With that, she’d stormed out of the house.
And now she was here, venting her anger, the same tears still clouding her vision. “Don’t tell me how to live my life!” she grunted as she punched and kicked the bag with a vengeance. “Just leave me be! Why do you always have to have control of me?!”
Cindy was at the end of her rope. Her mother would not control her. She didn’t care what she said; she wasn’t going to leave Jimmy just because of that witch. “You can’t tell me who I’m allowed to love.” she whispered dangerously, imagining the punch bag was her mother as she attacked it with fists, feet, and words. “You won’t.”