"Oh Mother, why do you ask me to do these things at the most awkward times?" she stood in the doorway in her peticoat. "I was just picking out an outfit. Melissa and I are going to the swan this evening to see one of Mr Shakespeare's plays."
"I don't know why you have to go to these things. We may not be rich, but we ain't poor, and I don't like the way you praise those vagabond actors so."
"Mother, don't call them that. They're wonderful, I just wish I could persuade you to come along and see for yourself."
"We'll have none of that. Come on, help me lass, or these sheets'll never be done." Stroppily, Jessica stomped over to her mother and folded the sheets. She was cross, and unlike most respectable young ladies of her age, was not embarassed infront of her mother in just her peticoat. She was somewhat of a tomboy of her age, and had a temper which was often shown in the public eye.
"I wouldn't mind being an actor" she mumbled under her breath, but loudly enough for her mother to hear.
"WHAT? Now I won't hear of that ever again under this roof, you understand? I've never heard such nonsence! you will be a housewife, just like me, my mother, and my mother's mother! I don't know what rubbish these people are putting into your head, but I'll have none of it. Do you hear?
Jessica nodded, wishing she'd kept her mouth shut.
Submitted by Amber Bryce, 13