WHAT DID I EVER DO WRONG? OH, I JUST REMEMBERED. NOTHING!!

Fourteen- year old Alice Pearson jumped up and down. One of her best friends, Bessy Zane, had just invited her to her birthday. Alice hadn't been to a sleepover since like FOREVER, and she was sure that she would be allowed to go. After all, Alice was nice, pretty, smart, AND she even went to the old people asylum place and like totally helped them out. Which if you aske me is really nice because I could never do that.
So Alice awaited impatiently the coming of the end of the school day. The time when she could tell her Mother, Sarah Pearson, that not only had she gotten a good grade on her Math test [like she always did] but also about the upcoming party. Finally, the time came, it was after dinner and she was ready to break the good news.
"Mother," Alice said. "Bessy invited me to her slumber party. Can I go?"
"It all depends on your Math test score," her Mother replied as she washed the dishes.
"Here's the test," Alice handed her Mother her test happily.
Alice watched her Mother's facial expressions patiently. Waiting for a smile to spread across her Mother's face. But what did she get? What did she get?! Did she get a pat on the back with a loving smile from her female parent structure? Did she get a "I'm going to make pancakes tomorrow!"?
No. Instead, Alice got a beating. Then a scolding. Then a screaming session from her beloved, kind Mother.
"A B!" her Mother cried. "A BI pay good money for your education and all you bring me back is a measly B"
"It's a B+, actually," Alice dared to say.
"Don't you dare to back- talk me, young lady! The nerve of you, Alice, correcting me after you flunk a test!"
Alice instantly bursts int odesperate sobs of failure and she miserably sinks onto the kitchen floor. That was when her Mother did it, she took a belt out of the coat closet, the one with one spikes on it, and took to beating her own poor daughter. Alice begged for mercy, but her Mother's hard heart wouldn't bend. She kept on hitting her; Alice felt blood dripping down her leg.
Oh, poor Alice. This is a true story, you know, I am not exaggerating at all. Okay, okay, maybe just a bit. Like the fact that I'm Alice Pearson and that I would never go help old people out at any asylum. And I'm probably not as smart as I make myself seem. But that's it. Fine, I didn't get a B+ on my Math test at all, I got a D-. But a D- is still a good grade, you know. It's just one step away from a C and a C is a passing grade. And yeah, maybe it's just one step away from an F and an F is most definitely not a passing grade, but still. [I try very hard not to dwell on the second option.]
But that's all I'm exaggerating about. And by the way, I'm not lying, I'm just dramatizing the situation; which if you really think about it, is what movie people do all the time.
But as I said before, that's it. Okay, and I didn't get beaten. My Mother just yelled at me a lot. Not to mention that she gave a cruel, brutal, and inhuman punishment. She grounded me from Bessy's sleepover. The nerve of my Mother, grounding me from an experience of a lifetime.
So as I sit here on my bed writing this, I think about what I could have ever done wrong to deserve this. Oh, wait I just remembered. NOTHING!!