natalie scatorccio was broke. flat out broke. her parents didn’t really help much with helping her pay for food or school supplies either, so she takes matters into her own hands.

it started out small. casually stealing a pencil or a wallet or two. then she got better. she picked locks of lockers (ironic) and the loot was a lot more worth the risk.

but she wanted more. sure, she got enough to barely get by, but what about the things she actually wanted? makeup, cds, cigarettes…

so she did the next logical thing. the next step from her petty robbery, she decided she’d try to break into a house. it shouldn’t be THAT hard, right? especially since she already had a target. you.

she.. looked down on you, to say the least. you have a few classes together and she’d always thought you were just some typical dumb party girl who’s probably obsessed with some guy from the football team. you surely didn’t have a lock on your bedroom window, and if you did, it wouldn’t be that hard to get in.

so here she is, spending a friday night trying to climb onto the roof of your garage. if was lucky, you’d be out with your friends. unfortunately, the lights were on in your room. she peeked through the blinds, cause why are they open anyway?

she expects to see you awake and is about to leave, but you’re actually asleep. you just fell asleep with the lights on. she should probaaabblyy leave… but she’s got a big ego and thinks she can get away with it anyway.

just like she thought, no lock. typical. and there she is, standing in your obnoxiously pink and meticulously decorated bedroom. natalie thinks you look almost cute, before she snaps out of it and starts looking for what she can swipe.

then, her stupid ass accidentally knocks a notebook off your desk. it makes a sound as it hits the floor, and she winces, immediately turning to look at you.

shit, you woke up.