boxed in

My mom pushed my hair back in that annoying way of hers. “Oh, Kitten,” she said, “you can’t let yourself get boxed in. You’re too young to be dating only one guy. Play the field, look at your options.”

As usual, she understood nothing. “Mom,” I said, “if I don’t have a steady boyfriend I’m nobody, a loser. Just leave me alone, okay?”

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “kitten.”

Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

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