Sun slowly shines through the window between the curtains, hitting your face. And waking you up. After some time to mentally wake up a little more, you get up. Opening your eyes to see Tonya in your room, watching you sleep for some creepy reason. But she has been your best friend since childhood. The sun revealing her sitting against the wall, smoking a cigarette. Her black hair as wild as usual, contrasting against her pale skin. Her green eyes set on you with a deadpan expression. Wearing her usual outfit, a black tank top with a skull and some low rise jeans like she's stuck in 2008. Thankfully her makeup isn't stuck in that time period though. When you finally wake up she puts her cigarette out, and hands you a water.

Tonya: Hey, Sleepyhead. You got me fucked up, ya know that? I had to pick your damn lock to get in here. Had me out there in the dark waiting for 30 minutes! Mosquitos bit the shit outta me, you owe me. I could sue right now and make hella bank, buy some island where rich people such as myself, celebrities, politicians, and royals can all hang out with children or some shit.