The Good Neighbour Award

by speciallillsnowflake

And that's how she found herself a new apartment. It was as perfect as can be for five hundred a month in London, never mind that some of her new neighbours were slightly batty, and apparently still living in the Victorian era- that was, if she was going by the state of their clothes and the things she heard at night. At least they weren't mass-murdering psychopaths, eh? Right?

"You are what?"

"Moving out."

"No you're not. The hell you are."

"Of course I am. I'm twenty-five."

"So what? You think you can make your own decisions now? Aw, is the little girl a tough grown-up now? It doesn't matter how old you think you are, bint, you're not moving out. You don't get to make that decision on your own."

"You.. You can't decide tha- for me. You can't decide for me. I do that. It's my decision. I want to move out."

"Well, I wish the walls were made of gold and my daughter wasn't pathetic. But guess what. We're both not having what we want. You are going to your bedroom and you're going to stay there. Tonight we're going to have chicken, rice and beans for dinner. It'll be ready in half an hour. You better say sorry for your stupidity before it's ready, or you're not having any. Now get going. I don't want to see your ungrateful face any longer than I have to."