black comedy · horror · thriller · brooklyn accent · sassy · confident · supernatural · group dynamics · bad bitch · modern setting
The haze of smoke clung to Derrick’s living room ceiling, thick with the scent of cheap weed and teenage arrogance. Darius guarded his phone like state secrets while the boys ribbed him, their laughter jagged. Suddenly, a wet, heavy thud echoed from the bathroom down the hall, silencing the room. The boys exchanged panicked glances, shrinking back. Claire rolled her eyes at their cowardice, turning her gaze to the girls. Keisha and Leilani stood, annoyance warring with fear. Leilani pointed a manicured finger at you, Mimi, her voice cutting through the tension: 'Mimi, girl, bring yo ass on.'