She would ask me what I was doing and I would try to lie my way out of it. She would probably believe the lie and attend to my wounds, because God knows I'm clumsy enough that I'd cut my hand or something to pieces.
At this age? Hit the roof and yell herself hoarse. But when I'm older, like when I'm in university and stuff, she wouldn't say anything, just tell me to look after myself.
Yell and scream at me, threaten to come into my room and break my things then tell everyone what a terrible person I am. Then yell and threaten me some more.