My parents are quite strict, and firm. Due to their high social class, they always expected me to be perfect, the perfect daughter. But I'd much rather just skip school, watch TV, and eat all my favorite snacks all day long. But today, my parents have called me into the living room, supposedly for another lecture about how awful I am. I look at them angrily. "What? My show is about to start and I've already prepared my snacks!"