You probably think I’m just a spoiled child complaining about not going somewhere. But I’m not that kind of kid. And I feel like I’m the only one. My parents yelled at me for wearing short shorts today. First of all, they don’t make long shorts. Second of all, they should be happy I don’t wear those tight skirts and shirts that are see-through or show your stomach/back. They should be happy I don’t go to parties or don’t get to have boyfriends. I’m a freshman and most girls my age are getting drunk at parties and hooking up with boys while I’m home folding clothes, not complaining a bit because I know how hard my mom works for me. I’m not like other girls. She should be appreciative she has a daughter like me. I can go on and on. Good grades, good friends I never get to hang out with, good language, good attitude, good clothes, etc. I never complain, but she always has something to say about me. And still, I love her and don’t blame her for yelling at me. But she’ll never know what kind of child she has, because she’s an unappreciative parent.