Controlling Impressions #2

When I started volleyball this year, I was using ripped knee pads, which didn't work so my knees were getting banged up. I didn't want to tell my mom because she always ran my errands. She eventually said that she'd go buy me new ones. I wanted these specific black ones and she said she'd buy them for me. The first time she went to Sports Authority she bought me two kinds of knee pads. One of the pairs were weird; and the others were white, which got dirty easy. I asked her if she could return them and she said ok. The next time she went to Sports Authority in Santa Clara, she had returned the weird ones, kept the white ones, and she told me that they didn't have my size for the black ones. The white ones were way too tight and I asked if she could exchange them for a bigger size. She doesn't like to run errands a lot but she went anyways. The third time, she got a size bigger and I decided to stick with the size she got before. She was pretty irritated by now but she went there yet again. I kept the white ones and just decided to break them in and see what happens. She was very irritated since she went to Sports Authority four times, there and back, but she did it anyways without complaining too much.
The day school ended, me and five other friends went to the movies at the mall. My mom had taken us there from school and was holding all our school stuff at my house. She unloaded all our stuff into the house for us. One of my friend's moms was suppose to pick us up from the mall at six, go to my house and pick up our stuff, and drop everyone off at their houses. Her mom couldn't at the last minute and my mom was the only one left. The problem was that my mom and dad were on the east side of San Jose looking at koi fish. My mom said to my dad that they had to go back and pick us up. By the time they reached my house, which is less than ten minutes from the mall, we had decided to stay until nine. I called my mom and told her, my dad yelling in the background. My mom kept her cool and said okay. My dad went back to the east side, and my mom stayed behind just in case we changed our minds again. When we were ready, I called my mom and told her to come get us. Two of my friends had already left. On our way out, we ran into trouble in the arcade and I had completely forgotten that my mom was waiting in the parking lot. We probably were in the arcade for another twenty minutes before we got in the care. When we were out, one of my friends forgot twenty dollars worth of stuff in the arcade. She said it was fine but I didn't know that she left it until we were on the road. When we dropped her off, my mom said even if it's late and had been driving around all day, we could go back to the mall and find it. It wasn't there but somebody we knew had picked it up and said she'd give it back next time she saw us. When we were driving this whole time, she was yelling a little but not as much as my dad would.