My Mother

You can’t win with her. I’m not supposed to hang out with boys, but if I hang out with girls she thinks I’m a lesbian. I wish she would realize that I’m not her at my age. I don’t drink. I don’t do drugs. I’ve never had sex. I just barely had my first kiss last week, and I’m fourteen. Guess what, mom—I’m not you, and I’m tired of you making my rules based on how you acted.