Sophie hit the wall of her bedroom over and over, “why,” she muttered under her breath, “why would you cross her like that?” Turning around, she slid to the floor, hugged her knees, and started rocking back and forth as tears bubbled up in her eyes.

Her sister, Tammy, had constantly warned her not to cross their mother, “You know why I moved out, right?” Sophie knew why her sister moved out but thought her sister was just being dramatic, after all, Tammy got a full-ride scholarship to study drama.

Sophie didn’t mean to cross her mother, but is it so wrong to not be treated like her thoughts don’t matter, as if whatever her mother likes, she will by default like. I don’t mean to cross her, Sophie sighed, I just want to be treated like a separate individual and not an extension of my mother.

Written for Six Sentence Story. The prompt is “Cross”.