Why?

SO...today kind of sucked. Well, the last half at least.

So, my Mom invited me to go to a movie, Zombieland to be precise. SO I'm like okay cool, I've wanted to see that for awhile now. SO I go along with it. Then, she's like can I have a check from Grandma for money? Gma said sure. 2 hours later when we were supposed to leave for the movie I go over to her house. When I get there everything seems alright. I wait for her to be ready when she sees that I have the money...in cash.

She gets mad at me because apparently she asked for it via check. Which she did not tell me, unless it was very very very small.

SO she says that I don't give a crap and gives me the money back. I put it down on the table and start to walk away.

She says something about she doesn't want charity money.

I ignore her. I open the front door.
She runs up to me and shoves it in my back pocket of my jeans. I then take it out and I stop her before anything and then I throw it somewhere...I don't know where. While she is trying to pick it up she says something about ripping it up, I say that it's not MY money, it's Grandma's so I don't really care what she did with it.

I walk out of the house, close the door behind me. She yells something, don't know what. I keep walking, starting to cry my eyes out. Embarrassed because of the mailmen across the street staring at me. I walk back to Grandma's. Crying the whole time.

After I unlock the door I run to the bathroom, get the tissue box, then run to my room.
I flop onto my bed, then lying there for awhile crying for at least twenty minutes crying my eyes out wondering aloud..."Why me? Why do I have to be the teenager to deal with this type of things?"

After awhile, I settle on going on Facebook and seeing if anyone who cared about me was online.

C2 was. I told her the story, and she CARED. I'm glad because she's probably my best friend. She sent me a video. "Llamas With Hats" to be specific. I am glad she did. Because it made my night a little bit better.

Thanks C2, (: