"Barrett is the name."
"No it's not."
"Yes mom, it is. It's my life, I'm gonna live it as I please." I snarled.
"Your 9. Shut up. You'll never amount to anything. Especially not under my roof. You hear young man?" Mother boomed in the mid sized house.
I stared blankly at her for a few seconds then decided to rudely walk away.
"No, I don't hear old woman. I'm going to play drums and you can't stop me."
