After washing up and getting dressed, Diane bolted towards the door as fast as a Cheetah, overflowing with anticipation. "Hurry up!", she shouted impatiently to her parents. First, her father walked to the door sporting a tuxedo, followed by her mother, who wore a long orange dress that nearly dragged across the floor. Both of them wore an artificial rose clipped to their collars. "Let's go!", Diane exclaimed, as the three of them walked out to their car. They hopped in, buckled up, and headed out.
As they were riding, Diane noticed that her parent's collars were lighting up. "Mommy, Daddy, what's wrong?", she asked with concern. "Aren't you happy for me? Aren't you... proud... of me?". Her father, who was in the driver's seat, turned his head towards her slightly to look her in the eye, then turned back, and said, "Of course we are, we just, well, we can't believe you're growing up so fast!", he lied to ease her. A small tear dribbled down his eye, and he was promptly zapped by his collar. He slammed on the breaks, and started to hyperventilate profusely.
"Michael!", her mother screetched, before being zapped as well. Diane, now terrified, started to tear up. "Mommy, Daddy, what's happening?", she demanded to know. She had seen her parents receive shocks from their collars before, but never had it happened to both of them in such a dramatic circumstance. Her father answered, "Diane, sweetie, I-", "For the love of God, Michael!", her mother interupted, "Turn around and call a taxi!", when she was suddenly shocked again. At that moment, Diane was paralized with fear, afraid that she upset them; afraid that it was her fault. They were silent for a minute, then her father finally said, "Okay, You were right, I'll just turn around and get a cab."