Two choices

"Language." Her mother said, suddenly ice cold.

"Sorry." Lauren said through gritted teeth as Dennis snickered. "But, where will I live?"

"Well, there's two options," Her mother explained, leaving the kitchen to speak more directly to Lauren.

Dennis turned off his video games, seeming excited for what was coming. Lauren wanted to tell him to buzz off, but knew it would just get her in more trouble.

"You can either bunk with your sister in her room..." Her mother began.

"WHAT?!" Lauren yelped, shocked and horrified by the mere suggestion.

"...Or we can set you up in the living room." Her mother gestured at the room they were standing in. "Either way there won't be room for your stuff, most of it will have to go up to the attic..."

"Wait... I'm not going to have my own room!?!" Lauren shrieked, mortified.

"Maybe that's a fair consequence for racking up 10 grand in credit card debt." Her mother raised an eyebrow, daring Lauren to show more ingratitude. "So, which will it be?"