Bombarded. With problems. I think that's the most suitable word to use.

Brother: Ma I'm going out later. Wanna go jamming.
Mum: Ok but eat lunch first. What time are you going out?
Brother: Yeah I know. Uh, 11pm.
Mum: Huh? You don't lie to me. 11pm which jamming studio still open.
Brother: Got la. Don't ask alot.
Mum: Don't be rude to me.
Brother: I where got rude! (raises voice)
Mum: XZXZXZXZXZXZXZXZXZXZ?!?!?!?!
Brother: ZXZXZXZXZXZXZXZ!?!?!?!?!?!?!
(silence)
Brother: To be frank, I don't feel like studying anymore. I want to quit school.
(mum goes to her room, took out all the blue cash she has and threw them in his face)
Mum: Go do whatever you want. Now you go to your room and tear all your school books. Monday you don't have to go to
school anymore. Later you go out and don't come back.

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Don't worry Mum, I won't be like him, I will be my best. Eh Andi Bin Aziz, you'd rather ditch your studies and family for your good for nothing band? I hate you for doing this.