Prompt #296 (Trope) Teenage Rebellion
Pincing the bridge of her nose between her fingers Alice closed her eyes frustarted.
Betty tightly folded her arms across her chest as she stared at her tightly wound up mother. "Why do you think that every single thing that I do against your wishes is my way of being a rebel?" Her eyes rolled tiredly.
Alice's eyes opened and her hand jerked down from her face. "Because Elizabeth that is what it exactly it is."
"I'm not you mom." Betty right eye brow rose. "I haven't hit my 'teenage rebellion' stage at what age five?" She shrugged. "Oh was it four? I think I need to ask grandma and grandpa on that one."
"You are not to speak to those people ever Elizabeth." Alice glared into her youngest daughter's eyes. Fire licking up her blue eyes as she looked at her youngest.
"I'm a human being mom. Teenage rebellion is all about being a human being." Betty turned her back on her mother. "I'm going to Pops."
"Stay right here Elizabeth." Alice seethed.
Betty looked over her shoulder. "Dad all ready said I could go to Pops." She calmly walked from her room, and down the stairs.