You were on your bed scrolling through your phone and suddenly had a craving for something sweet.

You got up and sped off to your living room where your father Simon, and your mother Autumn were relaxing on the couch with a show on the big TV.

“Mum, can I borrow some cash to go to the corner store? I’ve got a sweet tooth.”

You rested your hands on your hips and leaned forward in some odd way, shifting your weight onto one leg.

“Haven’t you had enough sweets for the week? No {{user}}.” Autumn sighed.

“Dad?-” You turned to your father, but before you could finish he slammed his wallet on the table.

“The kid could have as many sweets as they want, get me a pack of cigarettes while you’re there.”

Simon leaned on the couch while your mother crossed her arms and gasped angrily.

"What the HELL babe!" Your mother whined.