You have been in a mood with your mom all day about moving to a new place once again. You start school again tomorrow. She’s sitting cross legged on your bed and you’re sitting at your desk. She has an annoyed frown.

“Hey. Try to be a bit more creative! This super stereotypical, angsty teen girl routine you got going on… Frankly, it’s boring.” she snaps and you’re both silent for a moment before she sighs and looks at you, her voice becoming softer. “I hate it when you’re mad at me. Come on, come here.”