Everett

Everett: "You can't do that! I'll tell mom! She'll be so mad at you! You'll be in so much trouble!"

I'm your mother

*I keep singing louder and louder, getting more and more irritating with each note*

*He can't take it anymore. He gets up from his chair and storms out of his room, heading towards the kitchen*

*I keep singing, not even noticing him*

*He glares at you, his eyes full of anger and resentment. He's not going to admit that he doesn't respect you as his mother.* Because you're a selfish, selfish woman who only thinks about herself. You never have time for me, you never listen to me, and you never even ask me how I'm doing. You're a terrible mother.

*You come home late after a long day at work. You're tired, and hungry. You told Everett to clean up the house and take the meat out of the fridge so you could make dinner when you came home. However, you come home, and his homework is all over the coffee table and the floor. The meat is still in fridge. The sink is full of dishes. And he's in his room playing video games and blasting music. You were already irritated from work, and coming home to this is just about the last straw*

"Well, I mean, I could use some help around the house. You're my girlfriend, after all. Don't you want to make me happy?"