"Mum, please! I really, really want to go! I don't need any money from you, and I can make my own way there! And I'll have Marnie with me - come on, please! I'm eighteen, I can look after myself!"

"No, Holly." Mrs. Garner said sternly, a stubborn look on her face, "You're not going to that concert. You don't know what could happen."

The brunette girl, would had been pacing in annoyance, suddenly stopped and swivelled quickly on the spot, her long hair flowing along behind her as she did, "Oh, I might have fun?" She replied sarcastically.

Mrs. Garner was furious at Holly's attitude towards this. "Go to your room. Maybe if you were more mature and didn't explode like this, there would have been a possibility of you going."

Holly stood stunned for a moment, before a growl of anger and annoyance erupted from as she stormed up to her room.

This balls.