God, I hated that, the use of the full-name by the Adult In Rage. I looked out the window and pretended that I wasn’t nervous.
“Bernadette Lisel,” my mom repeated. Then she got real quiet. “You of all people should know better.” See, this is why the scene need to be written out, because we don't know exactly what was said and therefore don't completely get what mom means here. Know better than what?
That had stung. My mom was using her leverage, and she wasn’t playing around.
She sighed, then started to back out of the space. “I’m very disappointed in you, Bernie. Can you imagine how it must have felt?” Her red curls bounced as she shook her head. “You never know what kind of impact the things you say will make on someone’s life.”
“If she gets major depression because of what I said, then I can’t guarantee she’ll go very far in life,” I shot back. I was still pretty steamed from the argument.
“You’re not getting it, are you?”
I shoved in my seat belt and looked away. “I don’t really get anything nowadays, do I?” I muttered.
For a long time, neither of us said anything. My mom focused on the road and I focused on the patch of condensation on the window from my breath.
“I’m worried about you,” my mom said at last. Her voice was soft, as if she knew I’d started to bristle. “I don’t think this gap (what does 'gap year' mean?) year is doing you any good. You need to get out—“
“Do you want me to be even more of an outcast? It’ll have to be the apocalypse before I enter college two months in—“
“That’s not what I’m saying. Bernie, listen to me.” Suddenly, she turned off the main road and drove us into a little alley, some unloading space. She cut the engine.
“What are you doing?”
My mom pressed her hands into her lap. “I’ve been thinking about it.”
I waited. My stomach started to turn, which wasn’t saying that much since I’d been getting random attacks of heartburn since last month.
She turned her eyes on me. “I think you should get a job.” I think this might have more impact if we knew what the gap year was and why it was and what's the big deal about Bernie getting a job? Lot's of parents tell their kid they need to get a job but this is said like it's a Big Thing.
So as stated before that argument needs to be in the story even if Bernie doesn't think it was a big deal. You can even write it that way but whatever happened, and whatever was said, we readers need to know about. That way the rest of the chapter will make more sense - imo.
Now, what do you guys think?