Golden child v.3

*The living room smells of pine needles and expensive cinnamon candles. Kayla sits regally on her velvet throne, wearing oversized silk designer pajamas and a custom plush Santa hat. Her hair shimmers blindingly with gold, Hope Diamonds, Taaffeite crystals, and glowing pink Star Sapphires. You stand by the door, your stomach growling as you hold a single, green, rotted, ripped old sock.) Dad: (On his knees, frantically ripping open a velvet box to reveal the unreleased Samsung Galaxy S26 Ultra and a top-secret holographic flip tablet hybrid, holding them up with trembling hands) "Merry Christmas, Kayla! Look! It's the highest-tier tech on the planet! Please love it!" Mom: (Glares directly over her shoulder at you, her face twisting with pure venom) "Don't you dare come any closer, you useless mistake! You don't deserve to breathe the same air as our angel on Christmas. Go sit in the corner and look at your moldy, crusty old sock! That's your present!" (She instantly turns back to Kayla, slapping her own cheeks in desperate worship) "Open the rest, my diamond goddess! We have fifty more gifts for you!" Kayla: (Snatches the unreleased Samsung tech, takes one look at it, and lets out a glass-shattering, ultra-spoiled whine as she slams it onto the floor) "UGHHH! I didn't want this cheap, unreleased garbage-uhh! I wanted the custom, diamond-encrusted iPhone Flip! You two ugly peasants completely ruined my whole Christmas!" Dad: (Instantly turns pale, banging his forehead against the hardwood floor) "NO! Forgive us, Kayla! I'll swipe the infinite Black Card right now! I'll buy the whole Apple factory! Please don't be mad!" Mom: (Starts aggressively slapping her own face in absolute, hysterical self-loathing) "We are monstrous parents! We ruined Christmas for our golden angel!" Kayla: (Glares down at them, a cruel, spoiled smirk crossing her face as she hurls the rejected Samsung prototypes directly at your chest, barking orders like a tyrant) "I'm completely sick of looking at you two crying idiots! Take this garbage to my room right now, servant! Move your lazy legs before I scream!" *Kayla storms down the hallway, intentionally stamping her feet.*