I knew that my rebel disguise worried my parents, but we had an unspoken agreement we all understood would be revoked if they ob
jected too much to my hippie clothes and loud music. By day I looked and acted like a good Catholic girl, wearing my Queen of Heaven High School uniform of gray plaid wool, penny-loafers with socks, hair in a braid, the whole bit. After school I became whoever and whatever I wanted. What is the best example of cultural conflict in the excerpt?
The title and the image create a shocking mood, they make you curious and want to know what happened, it gives you the “on the edge of your seat” feeling.
