Bitchin

I cannot wait to come home to my house tonight. For this reason:

This morning I walk downstairs to grab a glass of orange juice and drink it, and I see my mother rush in, it already being 8:00, was late. She signed a paper for me then said, "so you have you photo club then movie night, what time will you be home?"
I said, "probably around 7"
Mom, "are you going to pack food?"
me, "no, -
she cuts me off, "WELL THEN WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?"
me, " I can pack stuff, don't worry"

So I walk upstairs, and in the next two seconds, my mother starts hysterically screaming at me to get my ass back in the kitchen, to say I am so rude and don't lend a helping hand to her in the morning when all she had to do was pack her lunch and leave.

Do you want me to pack your lunch?!

So I told her she didn't need to yell at me and I proceeded to walk upstairs only to hear more complaining, saying I do nothing for her ever, how selfish I am. You're right mom, so I replied back with "How about you take care of you, and I'll take care of me"
I was then told I was a bitch and not to forget I needed to sign up for a lifeguarding class after school.

Within five minutes she was screaming my name on the top of her lungs practically out of breath when she stopped, because she wanted me to move my car out of her way. I told her she had keys and she could move it if she wanted to, she didn't have to rely on my every single morning. Because that's what everyone else does, my dad moves it in the morning when he goes to work, how is she different?
Which resulted in screaming fuck you julie in front of our neighbors outside.

I just laughed and walked inside.

So I'm just really excited to go home and hear the over-exaggerated story told to my father, stretching everything that happened, ultimately, making Julie look like a piece of shit(as always) and mother, hm, well, perfect!