Karen (Chapter 5, Story 1)

"Kella?" Kella!" Kella turned to see her mother heaving her hefty body toward her. She was usually in a bad mood, but she seemed even more upset than usual. Kella glanced at her watch. She had told her mother she would be home half an hour ago to babysit. For a fleeting moment, she felt a pang of guilt, knowing that she had let her mother down and possibly caused her to miss an important engagement. But Kella knew her mother far too well to feel guilty for long. Most likely her mother had spent the morning draining booze from a coffee mug and gossiping about nothing in particular to her friends, and it was likely that she had planned to do the same things in a coffee shop or bar while Kella stayed at home and tried to control her six younger siblings. "Kella, you selfish brat, what are you doing out here? I know I told you to be home so I could go out this afternoon. But of course, you could only think of yourself. It probably didn't occur to you that I do like to go out and have some fun now and then, did it? Of course, you wouldn't understand. You go about all day, doing whatever you want, never thinking about your poor mother." Karen grabbed Kella by the arm and, still complaining about Kella's selfishness, dragged her home.