"You are thirteen years old. You're not old enough," Mom replied.

"I'll stay with Evelyn," I said.

"My answer is no. This is a family vacation," Mom said back.

"But-," I started, but Mom interrrupted me.

"Daisy June White. Drop this topic, now," Mom said in a tone I knew not to mess with.

"Fine," I muttered, and stomped up to my room. I like my room. It's painted light blue, with posters here and there. Most are of Jonathan Taylor Thomas and Jonathan Jackson. I have my own TV, VCR, stereo system, Sega Saturn, and computer. The same stuff at the summer house in Santa Monica.

I flipped on my computer. I have six different Internet connections. One for Netscape Navigator 2.0, and the 3.0 version. Also America Online, Microsoft Internet Explorer, CompuServe, and Erol's. I only use AOL, the 3.0 version, and CompuServe.

Right now, I logged onto AOL on my favorite screename- DaisyW13. Even though I can have five accounts; I only have three. I looked at my buddy list to see who was online. Singer13 was the only one. I instant messaged him.

DaisyW13: Hi!

Singer13: What's up?

DaisyW13: a family arguement.

Singer13: what happened?

DaisyW13: My parents want me to go a cheesy vacation resort.

Singer13: what one?

DaisyW13: in Santa Monica

Singer13: Hey, I'll be in Santa Monica this summer, too!

DaisyW13: Cool! We should meet.

Singer13: Maybe, but it's more fun just talking like this.

DaisyW13: Whatever. I gotta go. Packing awaits me.Laterz--D.

Singer13: Laterz--T.

I clicked off. I checked my mail, then logged off. We were leaving for California in two weeks.

Whatever...