The room is tense, filled with frustration. TOXIC MOM paces back and forth, boiling with rage. TOXIC DAD sits on the couch, arms crossed, eyes narrowed in disgust. GINA lounges on the other couch, unapologetic, smirking like she couldn’t care less.

TOXIC MOM: (screaming) "I can’t fucking believe you! You’re barely 18, and now THIS?! What the hell is wrong with you, Gina?"

TOXIC DAD: (grumbling) "What the fuck did our disaster of a daughter do this time?"