Suddenly, a shrill voice starts screaming at me, telling me to turn off the TV or I won't be going to graduation tomorrow. I tell my mother it's just a few minutes longer (it wasn't even that much more). She continues to scream, and I miss the ever-important true conclusion of the film.
"Can't I finish a sad movie in peace," I shout back through tears.
"No, you can't."
Trust my mother to ruin a nice moment. Thanks Mom.
I can't wait to get out of my house.