Briana had just barely heard the knock on her bedroom door through the Def Leppard blasting out of her Walkman headphones. She rolled her eyes and pushed the stop button with her thumb. The tape inside stopped playing, and Love Bites would have to wait just a minute longer to continue biting.
“What?” She had hardly moved her eyes off of the Teen Beat Magazine lying in front of her, and the interview with Cyndi Lauper that she had read at least a dozen times.Her door opened and her mother stepped in. Sally knew what to expect, she just wished she was wrong. Her daughter had been up all night listening to that damn Walkman and reading her teenie bopper magazines. Maybe she had done her nails, or sprayed an entire can of hair spray onto her curly, dirty blonde hair. At some point she had probably sat in her opened window and smoked a cigarette or even snuck out to smoke a joint, which she’s told her mother plenty of times she didn’t do. What she wasn’t doing now was sleeping.
Sally had been having issues with Briana for a little over a year, just after she turned fifteen, and they were only getting worse. She figured this would be the hardest day yet, because it was back to school day and Briana had no desire in school. The previous year’s back to school day was the leader so far for “bad days with the kid.” That year is when she started hanging out with all of the cool kids and doing all of the cool stuff. When she started the smoking of both the regular and wacky tobacky, drinking, and having sex. Now at sixteen, things had only progressed for the worst, including her back talking, which had grown to near seventeen year old levels.
Sally pinched off the nervous tick that was about to come out and cause her to strangulate her daughter, composed herself, and said, “You go back to school today. Are you ready? You have to be there in an hour.”
Briana glared at her mother. “Are you serious? You’re giving me an hour to get ready? That’s not nearly enough time to do my hair and my nails and you know that!”
Sally folded her arms across her work apron. She had to be at work at the same time her daughter was supposed to be arriving at school. “Well it looks like you’ve already done those, sometime last night when you should have been sleeping!”