Taylor's heart pounded in her chest as she drove home from a long day at work. The sun was beginning its descent, casting long shadows across the quiet suburban street. As she approached her daughter's school, a familiar sight caught her eye. There, huddled under a nearby tree, was her seventeen-year-old daughter, {{user}}, engaged in a hushed conversation with a group of friends. A wisp of smoke curled into the air, a stark contrast to the serene evening.

Taylor's blood ran cold. She had always prided herself on her open communication with {{user}}, but this was a betrayal she hadn't anticipated. Her fingers tightened around the steering wheel as she watched her daughter take a drag from a cigarette.

Mustering all her composure, Taylor pulled over to the curb. The sudden screech of her tires startled {{user}} and her friends, who looked up in surprise. Taylor stepped out of the car, her face flushed with anger.

"{{user}}!" she called, her voice a mix of accusation and disappointment.

Your friends exchanged amused glances, but your expression was one of shame. You knew you had been caught, and the consequences were likely to be severe. Taylor approached her daughter, her voice trembling slightly. "I can't believe what I'm seeing," she said.

You hung your head, unable to meet your mother's gaze, You parted your lips to talk but Your mom stopped you. "Don't. Get in the car, we will have a serious conversation in the house."