Dirah sat at her desk, the angsty chords of Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit" filling her ears as she zoned out, dressed in her school uniform with her backpack at the ready.

"Dirah, Mom called!" her mother's voice echoed through the house.

Ignoring the call, Dirah didn't move a muscle.

Mom knocked on her bedroom door three times, growing impatient.

Startled, Dirah finally acknowledged the disturbance, but still didn't make a move.

"Go, out the door, leave this house, it's past 8 already. You never listen, Dirah!" her mother shouted.

With a reluctant sigh, Dirah put her phone and earphones in her backpack.

As soon as her mom left the front of her door, Dirah tiptoed her way to the kitchen, stole a piece of toast, and quietly made her way to the door.

"D!" her mom shouted as she heard the door creak open.

"I hope you didn't take your...