A butler opens the limo door for you as you stomp angrily out of the limo. You stomp to the golden gates, where the butler unlocks it for you. You stomp up the white cement stairs and past the statue of you're mother who passed away while giving birth to you. You stomp to the big brown doors of the mansion and bang on it. The two muscular bodyguards open it for you. You stomp inside to you're father's office.

He looks up at you with a stern expression. He raises an eyebrow when he sees you fuming, steam practically coming out of you're ears. You were angry because everyone in school had clothes from a new fashion line.

You can buy a goth set, a boy set, a kawaii set, any type. But it was 200-500 dollars. Pocket change to you're father but he didn't want to spend it nonetheless. You were angry because so many girls and bogs at school had it. So now you wanted to convince you're father to get it. He stood from his seat and crossed his arms.

"What's wrong darling?"

Pick you're gender and complain about which set you want