Venting

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Venting

I've calmed down now, because there's absolutely nothing I can do about it, but yesterday my mum seriously pissed me off and basically ruined the last day of term for me.
I'd told her in advance that I was going to walk up to M's school and meet him. I'd left it at that, although I said I wouldn't be out all night. From this she somehow decided I'd told her I was going to go and meet M and then come back and cut the grass, which yes, I do need to do, but not urgently. Besides, my nana and granddad, who are the ones who keep the lawn mower, were out so I couldn't get the damn thing anyway.
Any way, I digress. I walked up and met him from school, and then we met up with R and P in the park and went to this fair that was on. I was pretty pleased about seeing M 'cause he's going to Kent today until Wednesday with his parents, and the day before that I'm going to Crete for a week, so we don't see each other for, let's see, at least twelve days. We've seen each other a bit this week, but not properly. I see him for like an hour some days when he bikes past my house on the way home from school.
So while M, R and P were on the high roller, I checked my phone and saw that my mum had called me, so I called back and she was like,
"Where are you? You need to come home right now, we're going out to the theatre." and you know when you were in a good mood, and then someone says one thing and it just knocks you right off your happy pedestal and into shitty-town, and it's made all the worse by how good you were feeling before? It was like that. They got off, and I had to leave straight away. M walked back with me a bit, and he put up quite well with my bad-mood-ness (being very quiet for long periods of time and then shouting incoherently and swearing at things). Walked the rest of the way home by myself (he had to go back home as well, but he'd left his bike in the park), which was pretty shit as it's like an hour walking down a main road with nobody to talk to.
Got home, and mum had decided on some more stuff I'd done wrong. Apparently, she was pissed off because 'she's the top priority, not M, and she's sick of being nudged down the list', 'I'd told her I was going to meet M and then come back and cut the grass' (why the fuck would I walk such a long distance just to say hi? Obviously I was going to be out a while. So I am in the wrong for wanting to spend some time with my boyfriend instead of her, not cutting the grass, and being late back for us going to the theatre, which she at no point warned me about earlier in the week.
The play was crap as well, just some guy shouting about how he knew everything, knocking a girl up, then him getting beaten up and still thinking he knew everything. Got home and was trying to text M, but he takes ages to reply. Got onto facebook just as he logged off, and then my mum turned the fucking internet off when she went to bed, and the thingy's in her room, so I couldn't put it back on. Long story short, lying fuming in bed on a Friday night, the end of term, at twenty to eleven at night. Couldn't even play some loud music because my mum was sleeping and upstairs have been banging on the ceiling when I play Helena. Well fuck them. I love that song, I'll play it on a loop for three days and test just how loud my speakers can go if it suits me. What're they going to do about it? Move away? Ooooh, scary.

I had slight revenge this afternoon, though. My mum's going out later, and she came in to ask what I was doing this evening. She said,
"Aren't you having A or M over?"
"Nah, A takes about two hours to reply to a text, and she won't be able to handle such a short-notice arrangement. Plus, M can't come either."
"Why, have you two fallen out?" slight note of hopefulness there, she's getting pissed off at the idea of me having someone important in my life that isn't her.
"No, it's just that he's going to Kent today until Wednesday, so I won't see him for ages. Actually, that's kind of why I wanted to see him for a bit yesterday . . ." so she just walked off then with a kind of 'oh, shit' look on her face. That'll fucking teach her.