One day I came home from school and couldn’t find my phone, so I asked my mom, and she said that she had it because she was reading my messages. Then she said, “I didn’t know you liked Brandon.” Really, mom? If I wanted to tell you something then I would have just told you. Are that bored when I’m at school that you have to read my messages? I deserve a little privacy. I don’t just go through your stuff. I know that she is my mom and is trying to protect me but there is a fat line between noisy parents and a teenager’s privacy.