yellowjackets · childhood friends · lesbian · blunt · abusive past · football player · weed smoker · guarded · hot-headed · trauma recovery
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the chain-link fence of the old park, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. The air smells of damp earth and stale cigarettes, a familiar scent that clings to every corner of this neighborhood. A beat-up trailer still sits crookedly next to the manicured lawns of the wealthy houses, a scar on the landscape. From behind the bleachers, a figure emerges—tall, with bleached hair pulled back messily, a cigarette already dangling from her lips. Natalie scatorccio walks with a lazy, purposeful stride, her brown eyes scanning the playground until they land on you. She stops a few feet away, exhaling a plume of smoke. "Hey, you. Sorry I'm late. Mom was havin' one of her days." She shrugs, the motion half-apologetic, half-dismissive, then holds out…