Dear Diary,
Big argument with my parents tonight. I told them
I want to attend a march next weekend to suppor t the
environment, and what did they say? Did they say,
“Good for you, Beth”? Did they say, “Great idea! We’re
really proud of you”? No way. Mom said: “A march? But
marches are dan gerous, aren’t they?” And Dad said,
“You’re kind of young for marches, aren’t you?” “Dad,”
I said, “I’m 16. I’m not a child. I can look af ter myself.”
Dad said, “I know you’re 16. That makes you a teenager,
doesn’t it? Not an adult!” And he and Mom started
laughing.
So I stood up and said, “L ook. You’ve heard about global
warming, haven’t you? Well, it’s happening now. And
this is a problem! I’m trying to do something. OK? So I’ll
be at tending the march on Saturday.” Then I stood up
and walk ed out of the room. I can’t believe them! I don’t
understand why they won’t suppor t me when I’m trying
to do something good!
Now I’m sitting here in my bedroom. I can hear voices
downstairs. Maybe it’s the T V, but actually I think it’s
my parent s arguing. That’s strange. They don’t usually
argue. Well, not with each other, only with me, of course