When I was in 6th grade, I really wanted this Greenday shirt. My mom wouldn't let me get it because of the dogs smoking (and I think boozing) on the front.Unbeknownst to her, I bought it at the mall one day, hiding it in my bag when she picked me up. For the next three weeks, I would wear a normal shirt to school and change into the Greenday shirt in the bathroom before Home Room. I would then change back before my Mom picked me up.
I had less than a month with that shirt before she found it and threw it away. I told her I hated her. At the time I suppose I really meant it.
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Parents just don't understand.
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