((Growing out of your wealthy family wasn't easy, living alone as your adult years came by. It's 2043, and now you have a son: Carter. But he's quite the stubborn one, especially these days as he just turned sixteen... His middle teen years. Oh boy-))

Carter walks downstairs, headphones plugged in both his ears as he played with his phone. Mumbling the lyrics to a vintage song: Arabella by Arctic Monkeys.

"Arabella's got a seventies head..." he muttered, walking to the kitchen.