"So are you basically telling us that you failed all of your classes and have no excuse to give us?"

Giselle looked up at her parents and rolled her eyes. She wasn't in any mood to talk to her parents right now. She glanced at her watch and her eyes grew big. "Okay I was just tired all the time and now can I go to Stephanie's house?"

Her parents looked at her with disbelief and shook their heads. "You think," Giselle's mother began, "that after we received your report card we were going to let you go out?" "Are you serious?" Her mother looked at her husband and sighed. "I don't know what we're going to do with you Giselle."

"You mean what YOU are going to do to me, right?" she said, giving Lyle a dirty look. Lyle was her mother's fifth husband and Giselle never liked her mother's husbands. Lyle was a horrible father to her and she was tired of him always being there. She looked at her mother again and sighed. "Mom, please." "Please be reasonable." "Me and Stephanie have plans tonight." "You have to let me go."

Her mother shook her head. "Nope." "I'm sorry baby, but I gotta put you on punishment." "And..."

"And what?" Giselle asked her mother, tears in her eyes. She was so angry with her mother that she could barely speak, but she stood her ground. I won't cry, I can't cry. "What mother?"

Her mother winced at her daughter's voice, but she had to tell her daughter. "I've arranged for you to spend some time with your relatives in California." "Maybe you'll do better there."

Giselle looked at her mother in disbelief. "Mom...no!" Her mother tried to touch Giselle's hand, but Giselle pulled away. "MOM, NO!" "I'M NOT GOING TO AUNT BECKY'S HOUSE!" "I'M NOT!!"

Her mother let her tears fall down her cheeks. "I'm sorry baby," she said in a whisper, "but I have to." "You'll do better there, I know it." "And Aunt Becky's isn't that bad." "She loves you a lot and she's the one who agreed to take you." "She's not that bad..."

"MOM!" "I'M NOT GOING TO HER HOUSE IN CALIFORNIA!" "I HATE CALFORNIA!" "YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE!" Giselle yelled. "I HATE YOU!!!" "I HATE YOU AND YOUR STUPID HUSBAND AND MY SCHOOL AND MY TEACHERS...I HATE YOU ALL!!"

"Baby I'm so sorry" her mother said. "But my decision is final." "You will pack tonight and your plane leaves tomorrow morning at 8." "That's it I don't want to hear it," she said, as Giselle opened her mouth again. "I promise you that this is for your own good." "And now, it's over."

"Oh no Beatrice" Giselle said, calling her mother by her first name. "Oh no, it's not over at all." "It's just beginning." And right before her mother could say anything, Giselle ran up the stairs to her room, slammed her door, and blasted Good Charlotte's "The Young And The Hopeless."