[ WP ] : Due to advances in medical science , the standard human life expectancy is now around 120-140 . It is discovered that people in their 100-teens go through a second edgy rebellious phase .

`` *Aleyna!! *'' 
 Ugh, not again. Ever since my mom reached the ripe age of 113 she's been nothing but a nuisance. She's started listening to punk rock non-stop now. Even more ungodly is her clothing choice. I shudder just thinking about it. Short shorts and a Blink 182 tank top is n't exactly flattering on someone that old. I reach her room finally to see what she needs now. 
 `` Yeah mom?'' 
 `` Aleyna I have been calling your name for the last hour! It's like you're ignoring me!'' She rolls her eyes at me and goes quiet, as she updates her facebook status, *again*. 
 `` I'm not ignoring you mom, I ca n't hear you over this godawful music you keep playing.'' 
 She continues to ignore me, texting her friends about the same usual nonsense. 
 `` Mom you know you're not 17 again, you ca n't go to concerts and be rebellious like this! You're on an oxygen tank for god's sake! You're sick now because of all the horrible things you did during the last rebellious phase you went through!'' 
 *more silence* 
 `` Mom stop acting like a child this is ridiculous. What did you even need me for in the first place?'' I start to realize that it's no use. I'm stuck taking care of her like this for the next few years. How did she ever put up with me when I went through this phase? Maybe it's revenge for when I went through this. That's it! She's getting back at me for how I acted 60 years ago! 
 `` Aleyna please get out of my room, you saw the sign on my door after all'' 
 `` What sign! You called me in here in the first place!'' I slowly turn my head to look at her newly outfitted door, covered in posters of bands I've never even heard of, and several stop and do not enter signs. It's like looking at a picture of the past, a shiver runs through my spine. 
 `` I'm going out with Jenny later Aleyna. We're going to bingo.'' 
 It's almost like she's 17 again, except with worse excuses. She hates bingo, I know it, she knows it, but she somehow expects me to believe that she goes almost every week. I do n't know what she does with her time but I also do n't care. 
 `` Have fun mom'' I say slowly turning whilst shaking my head. I start to think as I walk down the hall towards my own room. 
 `` Dear god someone needs to destroy that medicine.'' 
 
 
 

