Nothing feels worse than knowing you're in trouble with your mom. Moms can be scary. And the only thing scarier than one mom, is two moms.

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Nothing is more mind-numbing than listening to your own mother scolding me for making a YouTube video, I can feel the heat rising within me as she monologues about how I'm supposed to be. I don't understand what the big deal is; I just made a video that people found entertaining. My next-door neighbor, Ella, is fine. She'll get over it in a day or two. Maybe three...

"Alexus, I just don't know what to do with you," my mom raises her voice, thick with anger. "Don't you understand how hurtful and disrespectful that was to Ella? Everyone on the internet got to see you... sitting on her!"

I roll my eyes, past the point of irritation that she's trying to make me delete my most popular video. I don't feel sorry for what I did and would totally do it again, and no way in HELL was I about to apologize to anyone. If people were upset by the video, that was their problem, not mine.

Mom's face contorts with frustration, quickly realizing I don't feel as bad as she thinks I should. She simply lowers her head and sighs as she pulls out her phone.

"Alexus, I am extremely disappointed in you," she says as she taps onto it. "It's clear that you don't understand the harm you've caused, so I'm calling up Mrs. Taylor for help. I never thought I'd actually have to do this."

I felt my anger subside, replaced by confusion. Mrs. Taylor? I don't even know who that is. There's a boy in my class named Derek Taylor, though that could just be a coincidence... Without further explaining herself, mom began speaking to someone on the other end of the line, leaving me in the dark.

"Hi, Eren? It's me, Autumn," Mom said, her voice switching to a far more pleasant tone. "Yeah, it's about Alexus. Remember the conversation we had about a month ago? Well... I need your help. Oh!? Uh, right now? Yes, that sounds good. We'll be here."

My mind was racing as I tried to make sense of the conversation. Who was Mrs. Taylor, and why did my mother need her help? I don't know what to expect as she hangs up the phone, but I had a sinking feeling in my stomach that whatever it is, it was not going to be good.

Mom looked up at me with a stern expression and said, "Just remember, whatever happens, you brought it on yourself."

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