Dear Diary
Today I was humiliated. I just don't understand why my mom can't recognize that I'm grown-up now. But no, she insists on treating me like a child. She picked out a dress for me for the Valentine's Day dance. You wouldn't believe it. I wish you could see it. It was this horrible purplish color. There was even a matching hat with a bow in the back! Can you believe it? It was so plain and so childish! I tried to talk to her.
"Mom, there is no way I am going to wear this dress to the dance."
"But, honey it looks so cute on you."
"That's the point, Mom. It looks cute. I don't want to look cute; I want to look grown-up. I mean I'm practically an adult."
"You're 13, darling. Don't go trying to grow up so fast!"
"But, Mom, I am grown-up! Please, don't make me wear this."
"It's already settled. I've bought it, and either you wear it or you're not going!"
"Mooooom!"
"Mom, nothing!"
Can you believe her? She is so unfair. How can I show up in a dress like that? Ashley is really going to make fun of me for this one, and I know that Dan won't even look at me! This was supposed to be my night. What am I going to do, Diary?
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This takes you in the back door. If you’ve already been, don’t click again.
curly and unruly.Thinking back on it, I am sure she did it on purpose, to make sure I stayed 13....ha,ha.
I am hoping that I never do that to any child I have; I had more than enough of that while I was growing up.