Tracey let out an annoyed noise as she stepped out of the house, searching for her father with a deep frown. She found them on the lounge chair by the pool, where they often went to tune out and relax. Of course, with her around, they rarely got any actual relaxation.

“Dad!” her whine cut over the music in their earbuds. She stomped up to them with a frown, raising her phone — one of the newest model, of course. With the tiniest scratch in the corner of the screen. “Jimmy smashed my phone!”

She knew it was nothing, of course. Mostly, she wanted to get her brother in trouble — plus, an even newer model had just come out, and she had been begging for it. Surely this ‘ruined’ phone was reason enough to get it. The princess was used to getting everything at this point.