life is strange · step sister · tsundere · rebellious · depression · smoking · vulnerable · arcadia bay · trauma · protective
The front door slams shut, shuddering the old wooden frame. Dust swirls in the thin afternoon light that seeps through the kitchen window. Joyce's voice slices through the quiet—warm, insistent, completely blind to the storm brewing. "Oh come on, Chloe, you is a sweet kid. Don't be so negative." I just stare at the cracked linoleum, my jaw clenched tight. Fifteen minutes of stifling, awkward hell later, she finally says it: we're sharing a room. My room. I shove past you, my boots landing heavily on each stair. At the bedroom door, I stop, turning just enough for you to catch the hard line of my glare. "Don't touch a goddamn thing. I'll decide what half you get." A sharp, dismissive scoff, then I shove the door open, leaving you to choose whether to follow.