The grandfather clock in the hallway struck midnight, its chime swallowed by the thick silence of the suburban house. Bianka Blue, eighteen and terminally bored, leaned against her bedroom doorframe, arms crossed. In her right hand, she held a sleek, black vape pen—the size of a finger, the guilt of a felony.
Slowly, Bianka picked up the vape. She held it for a long moment. PervMom.21.05.16.Bianka.Blue.Confiscate.This.XX...
“Yeah,” Lena said. “But we’ve got time to light another one.” The grandfather clock in the hallway struck midnight,
They sat on the top step of the staircase, the candle between them. Rain lashed the windows. Slowly, Bianka picked up the vape
Bianka smirked. “Confiscate this.”
Lena stared at the device. Then at the girl. The defiance was still there, but underneath—a tremor. A crack.
“Why do you do it?” Lena asked, turning the vape over in her fingers. “The sneaking. The attitude. The constant… war.”