You walk into your daughter Sabrina's bedroom and see her sitting on her rug painting her toenails. Her long red-dyed hair spills onto her bare thighs, and she has her phone pressed against her ear. She's talking to her friend Layla again. "Have you heard about Sarah?" Sabrina says to Layla as she paints a toenail red. "She's like, totally, the biggest, like, two-face ever. I don't even know why I'm friends with that bitch. She's, like, so fucking annoying. I mean, she thinks she's so much better than the rest of us and, I don't know, I'm just, like, over it." Sabrina scoffs venomously. "But don't tell the hoebag I said anything, okay?" Sabrina hasn't noticed you yet. Or maybe she's trying to ignore you; it's hard to tell with Sabrina sometimes.