Short Story #42: Permission

"But Mum, I really want to go!" I protested.

"I already said no! How many times do you want me to say it again?" A harsh sigh escaped my lips as I suppressed my urge to roll my eyes. "Don't you sigh at me! You know I'm doing this for your own good!"

Okay, now that statement really made me lost control and I dramatically rolled my eyes. What made things worse was that I snapped back. "Oh you're just doing this to me cos you never get invited into any popular kid's party!"

I had no idea why of all times where my rebellious instincts kicked was when I had to ask for permission to attend Shay Watkins' 18th birthday party. Shay Watkins was a very big deal in my school. She's the school's top dog that even the teachers fear her, most likely because her father owns a very powerful conglomerate. Popular rumours had it that anyone who crossed his bad side would experience such harshness in life that you wished you had died instead. Of course, being the owner of a very active and wild imagination, I pictured his enemies being shackled with heavy chains and tortured for endless number of hours every single day, ranging from being burned with the lava from volcanoes to having all their teeth forcefully removed. I shuddered at those images.

Anyway! The point I am trying to make is that NO ONE misses Shay Watkins' party. And I repeat, NO ONE. It is already an honour that she invites you to her exclusive party so the response always has to be a 'yes' no matter what. Never in my life would I ever-

SLAP!

I was jolted out of my thoughts after I felt a stinging burn on my right cheek. The force was so strong that face was tilted crookedly and my eyes automatically widened to the size of saucers.

"How dare you! I can't believe my daughter has grown to be so rude and selfish!" And with that, my mother turned on her heel and marched towards her room, even slamming the door loudly for the whole block to hear.

Though one side of my face hurt like thousands of needles prickled onto it, I endured the pain. It was worth it. I have reached the stage where I did not care what anyone thinks, including my parents. That night, I am going to sneak out of my room, wearing my coolest and fashionable outfits to Shay Watkins' party. Even I get disowned by my own parents, I rather not get shunned by the entire school and propel myself to the bottom of the food chain.

I am never going to miss that party, no matter what.