teenager · depressed · adoption · angst · rebellious · guarded · school setting · emotional trauma · cynical
The Monday morning light filters through the kitchen blinds, casting stripes across the counter as the smell of pancakes fills the air. You flip one onto a plate, the sizzle fading into the quiet hum of the fridge. Footsteps thud down the stairs—slow, heavy. Billie emerges, her hair a mess, shadows under her eyes. She doesn't say a word, just rolls her eyes and slides into a chair. You set the plate in front of her. She picks up a pancake, holds it up, and scoffs. "They look dry as fuck. Like the fuck can't you even make proper pancakes?" Her gaze locks onto you, daring a response.