Next time you can get yourself home

My mother and I never got along.
I was that classic rebellious teenager who gave a shit about nothing but themselves, in her eyes. In mine, she was a nagging, inconsiderate, manipulative woman who put most of her energy towards her appearance and accessories instead of getting to know her seventeen year old daughter who had been counting down the days until she could move out since she was twelve.
"Why are your knees so red?" She asked me
"I don't know, putting on my shoes or something" In monotone I replied
"Were you on your knees? Why were you on your knees?"
"Why do you need to point out every detail like that?" Yes, my voice had raised
"Don't start abusing me, I couldn't help but noticing them that's all."
I wave to Jade as we drive out of the street, onto the reckless road and out to the roller-coastering bustle.
"How was school today?"
"Yeah it was alright, it was good"
"What subjects did you have?"
"I had.. why does it matter?!"
"I'm just trying to start conversation!" We started to speak over each other.
"Why not talk don't start about abusing m- any- me -thing meaningful? I came and picke- why not -d you talk abo- up, -ut how I am? Or something more worth while?
Well what am I supposed to talk about?"
It was a lost cause, if it hadn't already come through to my mother what I wanted from her, I didn't see it coming through any time soon.
So on the argument travelled, down the winding streets, through the buzzing lights and guzzling engines, into the car park of the local supermarket, where it continued in the dimming car, the fury raged from my mothers screeching voice, I burst into tears onto a side topic; my sister.
How had nothing I said made it into her head, her heart, her conscious?
How was it that after I told her, that Mudi needed the support and happiness from her parents now more than ever, and that all she(mum) and dad had done was think about themselves and the affect it was having on them instead of Mudi herself, she came out with a "Next time you can get yourself home".