It might be for the best

‘I hate that saying.’ Maddie crossed her arms and glared at her mother. ‘It might be for the best,’ she mimicked.

‘Well, it might be,’ her mother retorted. ‘You’re only 17 for goodness sake. You have your whole life in front of you.’

Maddie rolled her 17 year old eyes. ‘I’m nearly an ADULT, Mum! I have to start living my life on my own terms.’

‘Mother knows best.’ Her mother kept her tart tone, as if the certainty of the saying would convince Maddie in itself

‘Not in this case, you don’t.’...