I don't know what to do with myself,I guess.I'm told what to do with by other people.
"Carla!",asked Dad."Yes?",I said,while staring at the at his eyes.
"You need to pay more attention to classes."
"I don't like them,Dad.",I said."Now,Carla.You better watch your attitude.",said Mom.
Ugh!They don't seem to understand me,sometimes...
"Mom!",I said.I don't understand why they keep on expecting me to be what they want me to be a chef.I don't even enjoy it!"Ok.Carla,go to your room.You are grounded.",said Dad.
I march of to my room,without arguing anymore.I wonder why they do this to me,I guess.I sigh,while putting my electronics away in the chest and lock it.I put the key on a hook outside of my room.