As Faith got home, she sighed, taking a final drag on her cigarette, grounding out the butt underneath her feet. Faith exhaled downward, her mind swimming with images of Hazel's life now drastically changed because of her new best toy, the App.
To avoid the inquisition from her parents, Faith crept upstairs to her room. After swabbing herself in perfume, Faith frantically chewed on gum to disguise the smell of smoke, before venturing back downstairs. Her parents were like bloodhounds, with a sensitivity around smell. The family were vehement anti-smokers, and only suspected that their daughter has become a smoker in recent months. Faith had been trying to avoid a conversation on smoking, as she was a terrible liar.
Faith entered the kitchen to see a plate, her dinner, with clingfilm covering the dish, with a note; LATE AGAIN!
Sitting at the kitchen counter, Faith peeled back the clingfilm and picked at the contents.
"So Faith where you been this time?! You ever think about picking up a phone?" Her dad, Terry, moaned as he stormed into the kitchen.
"Sorry, didn't have a signal." Faith lied, chewing with her mouth open.
"Your mother has been worried sick, but we should be used to it by now." Terry complained as Faith ate in silence.
"OK."
"OK? No, it's not. This was one time too many, you keep ignoring us - you are grounded, young lady until further notice." Terry barked.
"What?! Grounded for having fun?" Faith gasped.
"You just refuse to do as you're told. Why can't you be more like your sister? Sometimes, I wonder how you are even related." Terry moaned.
'Oh be like my goody two shoes sis - I don't think so." Faith thought.
At that moment, Faith's phone pinged while her father continued his tirade as he filled the kettle with water. Checking, a message popped up the App had been updated. With her father distracted, she loaded up the App and, as passing the kitchen sink, scanned him inadvertently. Moments later the new profile was set and created.
Browsing through the auto-populated profile, Faith came across a section regarding History. Clicking through the options, she scrolled his chronology of interests. A brief look showed he had an innocent past; filled with volunteering, boy scouts and class president.
'Boring!' Faith thought as wicked images ran through her mind.
'Time to make him cool'. Faith considered as she tapped frantically on the App whilst the kettle boiled.
After removing old Chapters of his history, Faith was able to manually Add new Chapters, such as a stage of rebellion. Going out, getting drunk, truancy. Saving the profile, Faith could see the profile Refresh, and under the section Desires, a dormant value now appeared - a Desire to be 'naughty'. He now also had a sudden Like for alcohol, as the App had interpreted the new History added.
As the kettle stopped boiling, Terry stood with his hands on the kitchen surface.
"What the hell am I doing?" Terry said out loud, before looking inside the fridge.
Taking out a beer, usually reserved for special occasions, Terry flipped the lid and sucked the contents down as if it was a natural thing to do.
Faith smiled at her father's change of behaviour.