初中以后,我的变化对妈妈而言似乎是个困惑。她说:都说女儿是妈妈的贴心小棉袄,你怎么就变成这个样子呢?你真让我伤心。她说这话的时候皱着眉,手里拿着她的鸡毛掸子,脸上是那种恨铁不成钢的愤怒。你不是我女儿该多好打我的时候,她是下得了狠心的,但我还是倔强地不哭也不闹。青春期的我,以为这就是勇敢。那个周末,不想上课了,我就和几个男孩子溜出去,跑到网吧里打游戏。他们装出很成熟的样子, After junior high school, my change seems to be a puzzled mother. She said: all say her daughter is a mother’s little cotton jacket, how do you become like this? You really make me sad. She frowned as she said these words, holding her feather duster in her hand, her face angered by the unpleasantness of iron. You are not my daughter how good to hit me, she was under the cruel, but I am still stubborn no cry noisy. Adolescent I think this is brave. That weekend, do not want to go to class, I slipped out with a few boys, ran to the Internet to play the game. They put on a very mature look,