Roxy’s POVCatherine Bennett—my overbearing mother was always right. Every time she said I would get into trouble, I always did.I remember this one time when I was sixteen.There was this house party. Big one. Everyone was going. I wanted to go so bad. My mom said no, of course.“It’s a bad idea, Roxy,” she warned me. “You’ll end up in trouble. I can feel it.”But I didn’t listen.I waited until she fell asleep, changed out of my pajamas, and snuck out the window like some rebellious movie girl.The party was wild—music, lights, drinks I wasn’t supposed to touch. At first, I felt free. Cool. Like I finally belonged.Then the cops came.Someone called about the noise. People screamed, ran everywhere. I panicked. I tried to run too, but I tripped on the steps and scraped my knees. The cops caught me and called my mom.She showed up with Dad lin her robe and slippers. Silent the whole ride home. That was worse than yelling.When we got inside, she said one thing:“Didn’t I tell you?”Ye
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