By the time I hit 13, I was getting to be a real handful to live with, looking back on that time. My parents loved me, and even indulged me somewhat, but there was a limit and I would often hit it.
When that happened, I would usually go off in a strop to my bedroom to sulk, slamming several doors (including the one to my room) behind me. This conflict continued sporadically for several months before my parents finally lost patience with their bratty daughter.