Angela Turner silently walked down the hallway, towards the front door. She was going to meet her friends on the corner of the road before heading to the shops a couple of miles away . However, her parents had other ideas.
"Angela, you are not going out in that skirt!" Her dad spotted her as she rounded the corner by the front door. "Go and change it now!"
Angela stomped back to her room.
Timothy had gotten away with it. The 50's were boring, she thought. The late 60's was where it was at. All she wanted was the freedom.