"Please you don't have to do this mom" I yelled. "It's not my fault that I had to take your phone away." I stormed upstairs to my bedroom and flopped on my bed. Why? I thought looking up at the ceiling. Why does this always have to happen to me? Consequences is what mom said. I don't agree that I should get that type of consequence. A couple minutes later I was fast asleep. The next thing I know mom is right in my face "Wake up"she said its time for dinner. "Ok" I mumbled as I got out of bed.I went down to the table and ate moms mashed potatoes gravy. After I was done mom said for me to get brushed up "ok" I said and went upstairs. The next day as I was walking down the stairs I saw my dad sitting at the table reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. "Hello" he said cheerfully "hi" I said looking down at my toes. "Where is mom?" "At work" he said "oh" I responded still looking down at my toes. That night mom gave me back my phone and told me that I knew better.