Well go ahead and Work it Out.

I take hits for the team, I do. And I make everyone else's dreams come true. I'm a fire in a pit, and I lure you in with my warmth. Oh god, how I'm sly. I'm more than just a passerby. If you can ever get close enough to really look me in the eye.
I really felt like breaking out for a moment. Today sure does call for it though. I always seem to get caught up in these outburts of misunderstanding. People love to judge one another with no or little background proof.
Today I was walking about of the house after telling my sister I was going to hang out with my friends. Granted I was out earlier around four til seven with Adam. My friends had asked me to hang out, and I don't get to see some of them very often so I decided why not. It is a Saturday, and I don't have work the next day until 12 in the aftertoon anyway. I mean I go to school all week, and I work the weekends. What's the harm in going out with my friends on my downtime?
Apparently I do a lot of harm with that. My grandmother stops me on my way out and starts ranting about how I'm always hanging out, I'm never home, and I'm going to end up in an Abortion clinic. Now... it's very unlike me to retaliate, very unlike me to get angry. But I can't hold back forever. Years and years I've been dealing with the same accusations. The same rantings.
According to some, I should give in and change for the will of my authoritarian overseers. But I lack obedience, for the better. I do not have to deal with all this negative energy every time I want to be a normal teenager. Which I am! What is so hard to believe about going to see a movie with my freinds. Why is it so bad to hang out with one person for a bit, come home eat some dinner and then hang out with some other friends. I'm not going out to sell drugs or bar hop. My friends aren't into those kind of things. Plus it's a little insulting to have your family member who in all reality, knows nothing about you, make up all these things that I'm doing. Telling me that they weren't born yesterday. Perhaps I'm young but I'm not a complete idiot either.
I'm not the kind of girl to just go out get trashed, whore-out, and come home a complete mess. It's a shame she feels like thats how a grandchild of hers is becoming. Either way, she really has no right to pry into my life like she contributes to it at all. She's never offered to help me with anything. Anything at all. The most I will ever get out of her is a roof over my head and food on the table. And thats when she feels like it. Plenty of times I've come downstairs to find there's no more dinner left, or that my whole family has left to go somewhere and never bothered to let me know they were leaving. How dare she call me anything.
I thought this whole drama with my grandmother had disappeared. But of course, it hasn't. It's just been festering it's same foul scent underneath the surface. Perhaps I need to get out. She's threatened to kick me out of the house. And on absolutely no grounds at all. I'm tired of it. I don't want to live with someone who thinks nothing positive about me.