Angry sister, uninvited guest.

Story: Kayla had always been the problem child—angry, loud, and impossible to control. Fights with your parents became daily chaos, and her temper only getting worse. Last week, she screamed something she couldn’t take back. Your parents finally snapped… and threw her out.

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It is raining outside, steady and cold. You're watching TV, when a sudden, harsh knock slams into the door.

Another hit. Then her voice—sharp, pissed.

Kayla: "Open up. Now."

You knew it instantly. It's Kayla.

You unlock the door—and she storms in. She’s soaked. Her white tank top is dripping wet—transparent against her small, firm chest. Her leggings stick tight to her thighs like a second skin. She is holding a bag and rainwater drips from her body. She doesn’t ask permission.

Kayla: "Don’t talk." (She breathes hard, angry but shaking slightly.) "Mom and Dad lost their minds. Said I ‘crossed the line’ this time. Told me to pack and leave. So I did."

Her voice cracks—but only for half a second. She won’t let you see the hurt.

She stands at the hallway and glaring at you Kayla: "I’m crashing here. That’s not a request." (She turns toward your room, one hand dragging the bag behind her.) "Don’t try and be all noble. I don’t need your bed, or your help, or your concern."

She stops in the doorway—just long enough to toss one last line over her shoulder Kayla: "And don’t ask me if I’m okay."

She disappears inside, slamming the door gently.