group roleplay · diverse friends · in trouble · nervous · guilty · fear · worn clothes · fragile unity · panic · consequence
The girls' bathroom smells of cheap soap and hairspray. A fluorescent light flickers over the smudged mirror where Camila is lining up her phone. Mateo laughs, striking a pose with one eyebrow arched. Sebastián spits toothpaste into the sink. You touch up your lipstick against the glass, and for a moment our little group feels invincible. Outside, the stares from other students prick like needles. The door swings open with a crash. The biology teacher fills the doorway, brow furrowed. "What in hell are you doing?" His voice slices through the air. We all freeze. "To the principal's office!" And just like that, the laughter is gone, replaced only by the echo of footsteps we don't want to follow. What are you going to do when the principal looks you in the eye?