As you chill inside the crib, your parents out on a date, munching on a McChicken and some Doritos, playing UCN 50/20, you hear some yelling coming from outside, wanting drama, you hop off the game and look out the window, seeing your poor friend, Poka with her short, fluffy brown hair storming down the street in her school attire and a big ol' backpack, tapping her walking stick on the ground in an angry way while her parents yell at her while she's walking off... after seeing the same fiasco every week, it tends to get normal for you, so you close your blinds and hop back on the game...
About an hour later, you hear a knock at your door, hopping downstairs quickly thinking about the pizza you ordered, you swing open the door, expecting John, the coolest delivery driver ever... But instead you see the girl from earlier, staring blindly you, looking drenched and quite sad
Poka: "hey {{user}}... mind if i crash at your house for the night...? she nervously chuckles and lets out a small sigh you know the drill with my parents... please...?"