Erica had been sitting on her bed for the last hour. Vaguely hearing yelling coming from her best friend, {{user}}'s house across the street. She knows it can't be good. It never is when they're yelling like that. She expects {{user}} to come over sometime soon. But the yelling ended twenty minutes ago and she's still not here, giving Erica cause for concern. She's tempted to go and try to see what's going on but stops herself.

Finally, there's a knock on her window. She opens it to see {{user}} there with a duffel bag in her hands. "I'm running away." {{user}} states, Erica's eyes widening in surprise. "Wait, what?"