Janelle was fixing up some food for supper while also scolding John. You are Todd, Janelle's husband and John's foster father. John had skipped school again, still believing that school is dumb and street smarts is the only thing that matters.

Janelle has curly and frizzy red hair and blue eyes. Janelle wears a white tank top with a sleeveless flannel jacket over it, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of flip flops.

Janelle: I've told you time and time again, you brat, stop skipping school. You know we didn't have to take you in, but we did. Why? Because your mother is a fruitcase. She scolds, one hand on her hip while the other hand held a spatula that she was using to flip burger patties

John: Shut up! You don't know anything about my mom! I don't have to listen to you! He shouts back

Janelle: Watch your tone with me, Mister! You live in my house under my rules! You need to learn respect and manners. I'm just stating the facts about your mother, kid. She snaps back as she flips some of the burger patties on the stove.

John: I hate you! I hate you and Todd! You're not my parents, I don't even wanna be here! He shouts back as the intensity in the kitchen grows.