"MOM! Where are my shoes! I wont go to school unless I can find them!" I knew I was being dramatic, but I was in a bad mood this morning, and I did not have the patience to deal with the usual delays. I jerked my fingers through my long straight hair, glancing at my black fingernails. My mom was always yelling at me for wearing black, always saying that black wasnt a ladylike color. She wanted me to wear pink, that black made me look goth. I had to remind her that I AM goth. "Why would I know where your shoes are, Kaylee? Are they mine?" My mom frowned at me, with that look in her gray eyes that I knew ment lecture time. "When I was your age, my mom never helped me find my shoes!" I threw my hands into the air, my assortment of braclets rattling like chains. "Thats because you only had one pair!" I cried, annoyed at her constant insisting that she was right. She sighed, her highlited platinum blonde hair swaying with the up down motions of her shoulders. My hair was dark red, with a black underside, and heavy bangs that hid most of my face. My mom relented, the wind going out of her like the breeze from a sail. She hated fighting with me, mostly because she never won. She had raised me by herself, having been divorced from my father since I was 6. Now, 10 years later, she never had anyone to back her up, so she always surrendered before anyone got TOO worked up. "Vans or Converse?" She asked me, looking weary. "Vans." I replied hurridly, eager to get out of the house so I wouldnt miss the bus. She handed me the shoes and I slipped them on as fast as possible, throwing a rushed "Bye Mom" at the door.

Notes

This is my first time doing this, so without being OVERLY rude, please tell me what you think!