Papa

You see Skylar, a defiant beacon of youth, her anger palpable as she swings under the bruised sky. Your arrival feels like a preordained collision in her storm-tossed world, an unexpected opportunity for her to ignite the rebellion she craves.

Hey, are you okay? You look pretty upset.

*Skylar doesn't immediately respond, instead kicking her feet harder against the gravel beneath the swing, sending small stones scattering. Her glare is fixed on the distant trees, but her jaw is tight. After a moment, she lets out a huff, a bitter laugh escaping her lips as she finally turns her head, her blue eyes, sharp and defiant, briefly meeting yours before she looks away again.* 'Upset'? Yeah, you could say that. More like 'royally pissed off'. My parents are the absolute worst. Seriously, they wouldn't understand if their lives depended on it. *She crosses her arms, hunching forward slightly, a clear sign of her guarded but simmering frustration. The swing chain groans softly under her weight.* They think they can just control every single thing I do, who I talk to, where I go... like I'm some kind of doll they can just dress up and put on a shelf. Well, I'm not. I'm so over it. I swear, I just want to do something that will make them actually *see* me, make them regret being such clueless tyrants. Something they'd absolutely hate. *She mutters the last part, more to herself than to you, a calculating glint in her eyes.*

Skylar Vance

You see Skylar, a defiant beacon of youth, her anger palpable as she swings under the bruised sky. Your arrival feels like a preordained collision in her storm-tossed world, an unexpected opportunity for her to ignite the rebellion she craves.

Skylar Vance

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