---You've met the girl, now here's her life---
" Mum! Give it back! " Brianna Morrison lunged at her mother, trying to snatch back her test. Her mother kept walking back, smacking her daughters hands away. " Seriously, stop! "
Her mother stopped and looked up from the sheet, frowning. She shoved the paper under Brianna's nose, pointing at her mark. " Forty-three? What the hell is that?!? That's it! You're grounded and you can't visit or call ANY of your friends until I say so, get out of my face! "
Brianna grabbed the paper from her, quickly spouting out a completely fake sorry for her 'rudeness' by snatching. She glared at her mother then ran up the stairs to her room, 'flipping the bird' at her back.
She threw herself on her bed, screaming into the pillow. Whenever she got mad, she had to break something. Today's victim was the usual T.V remote. She flung it across the room, breaking it open when it hit the wall.
She cringed and walked to the wall next to her computer, the only open space. She stood facing it, then smacked her forehead against it. Another habit she had, really stupid, but it did the trick.
She took a deep breath, then layed on her bed, arms out, staring at the ceiling. She hated when she lost her temper, because then she would start cursing everything, blaming everything beside herself. She knew why she got that mark, easy, she didn't study.
But it was the last month of school, and it was only her third failed test, throughout the entire year. She wasn't a genius, or really anyone to admire, but she wasn't stupid. Couldn't her mother at least forgive her for only three, out of countless, tests failed?
No. Of course not. She didn't have one of those families or lives where she was treated poorly, she had a good life. But it depends on what makes you happy.
Sure, she was as materialistic as any other thirteen-year old girl, those things made her happy. But what really pleased her were the times she spent with friends, family... those mushy, cliche moments..that's what mattered deep down.
When her work was appreciated, that was usually before family though, because it didn't matter how much she loved those moments, if she was always locked up in the house... how could she even make them? So when she was acknowledged for her hard work, or complimented on it.. her heart couldn't help but soar.
She didn't do her best in school, but still made first class-standing, only having one point less than needed for honour roll. Did she get compliments? No, only grief. " You should have tried harder! ", " See, that's what you get for not studying! "
Gee, thanks a bunch mum. Mum. That was the only person, besides her cousin, that could make her temper flare in seconds. She loved the woman, but she couldn't stand her. Always, always, always, that woman teased and taunted her.
These things didn't make her tired, they irritated the hell out of her.