I purse my lips in aggravation. Of all the places to spend the summer, my parents have chosen here. My mother, the socialite, has chosen to spend her summer a million miles away from the designer boutiques on Oxford Street she covets. My father, the estate agent to the rich and famous, has chosen to spend his summer in a place where the houses barely hit the hundred thousand pound mark. Me? I've chosen to spend my summer at home. But at seventeen, I'm a minor. So my choices don't count. I
by Emma Hart
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The narrator expresses frustration over spending summer in an undesirable location chosen by their parents. Unlike their mother, who enjoys the luxury of designer boutiques, and their father, who works with wealthy clients, the summer destination is a stark contrast to their usual lifestyle. The narrator feels trapped, highlighting the conflict between parental decisions and personal desires.

At seventeen, the narrator is still considered a minor, meaning their preferences hold little weight in family decisions. This situation emphasizes the narrator's feelings of helplessness and dissatisfaction, as they would have preferred to enjoy their summer at home instead of in a place that does not align with their interests or lifestyle.

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