I can't believe this!" you say, louder than before. "I can't have a curfew!"
"You can, and you will!" Mom snaps, her voice suddenly sharp. "And you can also be grounded! You are not going out tonight at all if you're going to give me that kind of attitude!"
"That's right, you won't," Dad echoes from where he's stirring the pot on the stove. "You can stay right here in your room."
Wait, did you just get grounded?
"What?" you shout.
Dad turns to face you, a spoon in his hand and a glower on his face. "You heard me! You are not going anywhere tonight."
And that's how it happens.
You spend an unhappy night at home, watching TV and avoiding your parents.
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