xXxZaraxXx here with a WoWP fic! It's really short, but I hope you like it. Don't forget to review!

Alex POV-

Dear Journal,

I hate her. She's a horrible, terrible person. Worst of all: She's my mom.

I guess in ways it would be better if I said that my mom ruins my life. Eh, my way is better. You see, nowadays she talks to me like a 2 year old, yells at me, and practically turns every situation against me. For example, ten minutes ago.

I was watching Gossip Girl and laying down on my stomach on top my bed, and she came into my room to tell me it was time for bed. I simply thought 'Fine, whatever,' but didn't say anything. I merely pushed the power button to turn off the television in my room. Simple, right? Mom swept out of the room. I picked up a magazine that was left on my bedside table and looked at the cover (which, by the way, Ruby Donna Q. scored the cover on!). A moment later, she comes back in and says, "Alex, do what I said."

"I did," I responded, not bothering to turn around and look at her. "The TV is off."

"I can see that. But you didn't do the dishes, like I asked," Mom replied, frustration brimming on the edge of her voice, her hands moved to her hips.

I turned to stare at her and make a confused face. "When did you ask me that?"

"As soon as I left the room! You would've heard it if you turned off the TV right away, like I asked."

My confusion flashed into frustration as I responded, "I did though! You saw it yourself!"

"Alex Margarita Russo," Her eyes flashed with anger as she spoke, "never use that tone with me again. Understand?"

"What tone?" I asked, looking as if someone accused me of stealth, when the accuser was the one to blame.

"Don't play innocent. You need to talk to me with respect. You're grounded for the weekend," She spoke, her arms crossing in front of her.

"Mom! That's totally unfair," I burst out, getting up from my leisurely position.

"Should we make it two weeks?" Mom asked, pursing her lips.

"I didn't do anything wrong, I just—" I started, but was cut off.

"How about a month?" She asked, glaring.

"I—Forget it," I mumbled turning away from her. Tears started to build up in my eyes.

"Don't ignore me. No electronics, hanging out with your friends or shopping. You'll only leave this room for school, working downstairs, and meals. Got it?" She boomed.

"Yeah… got it" I replied weakly. Tears started to run down my cheeks. I turned off all of the lights except for my book light, and then I came to write about it.

She accused me of nothing! That horrible, no good… I wish Justin was here. He could've helped me with this. He always does. Stupid Yale, accepting my goody-two-shoes brother into college. Maybe I can call him. Be right back.

Creeping to the door in uttermost silence, I pulled it shut, then I took out my cell phone from under my pillow (it's where I hide it) and dialed Justin's number.

"Hello?" A sleepy voice greeted.

"Justin, it's me." I half-smiled, slightly uplifted by his voice.

"Yeah, there is this thing call caller ID."

"I know…" I sounded depressed.

"So what's up?"

"Mom and I had another fight," I explained.

"Another one? What is this, the fourth one this week?"

"Yeah… and now I'm grounded."

"Wow. That's rough." He spoke as though he didn't know what else to say.

"Can I come live with you in college?" I asked weakly.

He laughed lightly. "I doubt that."

"Please, Justin," I pleaded.

"Okay listen, fighting is normal. This used to happen to me all the time when I was your age, and life isn't fair. Before you know it, mom will make you hot chocolate and saying sorry, or maybe taking your shopping. It's a part of life, Alex. There is not much you can do to stop this. It's weird, I know. But just remember she is putting a roof over your head, and providing you with things some people have never seen before in their lifetime. Don't take her for granted," He explained.

I smiled. "Thanks."

"Anytime. Now let me get some sleep, troublemaker." He teased with slight joy in his voice.

"Sure thing, Captain Jim Bob," I grinned and pressed 'end'. The phone was slid under my pillow once more and I smiled, fading into a dreamland of blissful sleep.