Teenage angst (OT)

This is a flash fiction piece I sent to a website. They turned it down and I'm OK with that. But I can't resist sharing it.

She was lonely. Mom and Dad kept her locked in the house. No friends. No distractions. Nothing to read except for those dusty scrolls about gods and goddesses. It was boring.

Sure, they got to go out whenever they wanted, but they'd put a spell or something on the house and she couldn't leave. It was maddening!

Even worse, she had no music, not even servants to boss around. They were gone and now Mom and Dad expected her to do the housework!

Mom said that dinner was ready. Medusa walked to the table, her snakes writhing. Someone would pay.

These are supposed to be 100 words precisely. It's fun to toy with such a truncated story. I'll probably have more.