A Pretty Extreme Story....see what you think of it first.

“Mom, please, can I go to the movies with Sarah tomorrow?” I murmured to my mother with a sweet smile. She shook her head crossly. “What Sarah is that?” I shook my head. Mom was a little absent-minded sometimes. “Sarah Coopers, Mom.” Mom continued shredding the letters. “To the movies, I’m sure? No.” She started on a long story about what her mother did with her. Nodding absently while she continued relentlessly, I gently banged the table with my fist. Sarah had taken a long time to get the tickets for me. And now Mom was just saying “No!”
Mom seemed to have finished with her lecture. I stood up from the kitchen chair and walked up the stairs to my room. Once my door was closed and locked, I started scrabbling around in my drawers for my diary.

17-6-06
Dear diary,
I am so stressed out. After Sarah bought the tickets, then she said that I wasn’t to go to the movies. How horrible can this get? I wish she could just go away!
Katherine

After I wrote in my diary, I felt a little better and I walked back down the stairs. Mom was carrying a deck of assessment books from my brother’s room to the studying table. I walked into the kitchen to get some cornflakes from the fridge. Deciding to relieve my anger better, I took out the small notebook I always had in my pocket.
On the notebook, I wrote:
Cons
-She makes me do assessments.
-She is unreasonable.
-She is so unpredictable.
-She doesn’t understand what I want at all!

Pros
-She wakes me up for school everyday. (and anyway I hate school!)
Conclusion: She’s horrid!

Parents! I cursed silently. I picked up a piece of cornflake and crushed it in my hand. As my brother stumbled down the stairs in a hurry to get to the study room, a terrible plot hatched in my mind.
* * *

“Sarah!” I yelled. Sarah skipped over to my table. “Kath, you know that Billy likes Elli? Disgusting!” I nodded in absent agreement. “Sarah, tell you something.” She nodded and I whispered my plan to her. We both burst into secretive giggles. I felt relieved that I had told someone my plan, and that Sarah agreed.

“Ready!” I mumbled to Sarah. She gave me a thumbs-up and I gave her another in return. She broke into a grin, but I didn’t return hers. I felt a little uneasy, but a look at my notebook, my fury at my mother’s refusal returned. Sarah smiled and turned back to her desk, and the day continued.

I closed the fridge door after putting my secret weapon inside. I meant to give my mother a big shock, so she’d learn her lesson. “Mom! I’m hungry!” I cried out. “Yes, I’m coming!” My mother rushed down the stairs and jostled her way into the kitchen. I heard the fridge opening and cringed. Scrambling to the dining hall, I braced myself for a ear-splitting scream. It came, and I felt satisfaction fill my heart.
“KATHERINE!!! Help! HELP!”
Her voice dwindled into a silence. I ran to the kitchen, not really expecting that huge a reaction. “Mom?” A mess of cockroaches sped off for their lives, while I stood there, dumbfounded. Now, you might be wondering why I was standing there frozen to the spot. My mother had collapsed on the floor, her face pale.
“MOM!” I ran pale-faced to her side. I pressed my finger against her nose. She wasn’t breathing. Somehow, I managed to pick her up and run to the hall.
My brother gasped in shock when he saw mother. He looked faint and as pale as my mother’s limp body. He sat down heavily on the squashy sofa and muttered incoherently. I caught snatches of words like “stupid Kath….heart attack….stroke” Meanwhile, I was frantically dialing the ambulance’s number, then my dad’s. “Mom!” I moaned pathetically. My brother massaged his temples. “What happened?” I didn’t hear him, at that horrible moment. I just thought about the happy moments I had with my mother.
The front door banged open. “Katherine! WHAT HAPPENED?!” I pointed dismally to Mom’s limp figure, and my index finger dropped, and I burst into sobs and crouched in a corner. The ambulance halted to a stop in front our house. The paramedics sped out of the white van. They hauled Mom unto a stretcher and Dad got into the van. My brother and I waited anxiously while pacing in the living room for Dad’s promised phone call.
Before long, Dad called us. It was raining that day, I remember clearly. The day that Mom died wasn’t sunny. Mom had died of a stroke and a heart attack. I still regret what happened on that day, and I would never ever forget the horrible deed that I had done. The day that Mom died. Thursday the 18th. I often wonder why mom didn’t tell us why she suffered from a stroke before. When I asked my father, he just replied grimly, as though the very thought of my mother hurt him; she didn’t want you to worry.
Katherine.
I loved my mom so much…I knew that just after I heard the terrible news. And I know she loves me too.