Mary Rose: The Sassy Weirdo
"Mary Elizabeth Rose, what do you think you are doing?" my mom squints her eyes as I bite my tongue.
Why do I always get caught again?
I turn around, still tip-toed as I try to plaster the most innocent smile I can afford, on my face.
"Going to school, mum." I reply innocently.
"Leave the car keys, you aren’t allowed to drive yet. " she speaks in a casual manner.
Nodding my head in defeat like the good daughter I am, I do so. I wouldn’t want her to freeze my credit cards again. Why even try being a rebel when you know you can't win?
Even my dad, who runs an empire by himself with hundreds of branches all over the world, can't talk back to her ; then I'm just a puny little nobody.
Who cares though?
I'll be leaving for University in a few days, so *shrugs* tolerating for a few days isn’t that big of a deal.
