“I don’t know why you are dragging me all the way up to London, Abs,” Stix says grumpily. Since I announced yesterday evening that we would be going shopping with my mother, Stix has been like a bear with a sore head. I had thought the prospect of having some fun and retail therapy would maybe cheer her, up but clearly, I was wrong and now everything I do seems to just irritate her.
I let out a sigh as my mother glances across at me. I haven’t exactly got much experience dealing with stroppy teenagers and I am doing my best to be patient with her; it is not exactly like she is having an easy time of it. But my patience is starting to wear a little thin and I don’t know how I am going to keep my cool if she keeps this up.
In response, my mother merely turns up the music and soon we are hu
