Fallen-Angel-Asha

My mom placed her hands over her face and sighed, “Bree, go to your room and think about what you’ve done.” I scowled, and growled, “fine!” Before she could reply, I dashed down the hallway and slammed my door. I could hear the phone beeping as she dialed my father’s number at work. I locked my door. Why did she have to be so stupid? It wasn’t like I had even done anything that bad; she’d just found a smoked-cigarette by the front door. It could have been anyone’s! Well, it wasn’t, since it was mine, but it could have been somebody else’s. Even though it had been mine, she still had giv