After walking into the clothing section of Vancouver's newly reconstructed mini-mall, she stopped to take a breath of the fourth mall she had been in that day. Lindsay, a sixteen-year-old blonde, was living her life exactly how she had wanted it. Everything she had ever wanted had been given to her, by her wonderful father. Wandering into the shoe section with her two closest friends Kate and Jessica, she eyed a pair of glossy red heels. She squealed, "Oh my gosh, guys, you have to check these out!" "Credit or debit," the exhausted cashier asked, with not the slightest bit of joy. "Ri--"