“But I never get to do anything fun!” Maxzyne protests. She flings the swimsuit on the shiny countertop. It slides over the edge and falls to the hardwood floor. “I’m always stuck here! Erika and Gayle are having pizza and popcorn at their sleepover tonight! So how come I’m not old enough?”
Mother points a warning finger. “If you think you’re old enough to argue with me, you’re growing up too fast already!” She turns away and stalks off to the back bedroom. She groans as she rubs her temples. “Get packed,” she orders. “And don’t let me hear another peep out of you.”
Maxzyne picks up her bathing suit from the floor. “But if I went to the pool I could—”
“What did I just say? You know the condo pool rules—no kids alone under sixteen! What did I say about consequences?” Maxzyne knows better than to argue. She watches the bedroom door close.
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