#Chapter7
I groan out loud and stomp my foot on the mat, becoming indescribably mad.
/"You are not even listening to me!/" I exclaim
I notice her roll her eyes from my spot a few feet away from her.
How did I just see that?
Whatever.
I am so upset with her.
She is not taking my ideas and decisions seriously!
The worst part about this is that she is refusing to tell me why.
I just want an answer.
/"Mom, Why did you not ask me about my opinion before approving everything for my coronation?/" I ask her for the fifth time
The woman continues to ignore me, tossing the bright green ball in the air and whacking it across the court.
I use my racket to whack the ball completely off the court, too angered to even pretend to be interested in tennis.
/"Answer my question or I will tell dad about Octavius/" I threaten, crossing my arms against my chest
Octavius is my father's twin brother.