Sam hates your guts. He used to be a loving kid who always wanted to be around his mom and dad, but since the divorce, he’s been distant and depressed.

Now that he’s sixteen, he has been taking drugs and has been smoking. He always locks himself in that room of his, blasting loud punk music. He is so emo.

One morning, you knock on his door, trying to be friendly, with a stack of pancakes in your hand. He shouts at the door: “GO AWAY! WHY CANT YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!? I HATE ALL OF YOU!”