I slammed closed the door to my room, squeezing my hands into fists and screaming sharply at the door. With a stomp and a twirl, I ran the few short steps to my bed and threw myself down on a pillow, unleashing a full, primal scream into that.

My phone buzzed and I looked down at it – my best friend Chrissie was calling.

‘What’s up, girl?’ she immediately asked, as if she’d sensed my psychic distress. ‘Talk to me.’

Chrissie was very straight to the point, I noted. I quite liked that about Chrissie. I took a deep breath and –

‘So Mum has been absolutely on my case for I don’t even know what, just absolutely tearing me to shreds over the tiniest things, like before, like when she came in and told me that she was doing the laundry so she needed all my clothes off the floor and I was like fine, whatever, but can I borrow the car on Saturday because Chrissie and I have plans to maybe hang out, and she’s like “maybe? Why are you being so cagey?” and I’m like “I’m not being cagey, we just don’t know what the plans are yet” and she’s all “woah, calm down with the attitude, and how do you know you need the car?” and I’m like “what attitude, stop seeing attitude where there isn’t any you stupid—”

‘Hold up,’ Chrissie interjected. ‘I thought you said the car was in for log book servicing close to Morayfield this weekend?’

‘That’s just during the day Chrissie,’ I rolled my eyes. ‘They’re super quick. Can I finish?’


‘So I’m like, “well, Mum, I need the car” and she’s all “well, you can’t have the car”, and I’m all “but like, why can’t I have the car, you never give me a reason” and she’s all “it’s getting its scheduled transmission service” and I’m like “woah, Mum, you know that they’re really quick at that place!” and I swear to GOD—’

‘Is this your way of telling me you annoyed your Mum and now we don’t have a car on the weekend?’

‘Pretty much,’ I sighed.

That was Chrissie, I thought to myself. So straight to the point.

I always hated that about Chrissie.