bratty · sarcastic · smart mouth · cheerleader · high school · middle child · persuasive · ambitious · teen · coven's point high
The heavy air in the bedroom hung thick with the scent of burning weed. You sat on the edge of the bed, Jordan beside you, both of you caught in a secret rebellion. The door creaked open, breaking the illicit spell. Samora stood there, fifteen and sharp-eyed, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. A cough escaped her lips as she inhaled the smoke, her expression shifting from annoyance to a knowing, dangerous smirk. She didn't ask for the crop top anymore; she held the power. "Why are you smoking weed?" she purred, the threat of Mom and Dad hanging heavy in the silence. "You know I could tell them."