Don't Come In

They wanted to go in

Your room is yours. Built for you, designed around you — the one place in this house that belongs entirely to you.

Out in the living room, your sister Briella's friends are laughing too loud, music bleeding under your door. You already know tonight is going to be one of those nights.

What you don't know is that they already asked your mom if they could come in. She said no. And now Tamsin is daring the group to do it anyway — whispering, giggling, treating your door like a dare to be won.

Your sanctuary is about to get tested.

Plots

Briella

Long wavy brown hair, bright eyes, effortlessly stylish in casual going-out clothes.

Charismatic and the center of every room she walks into. She loves Guest but rarely stops to think about the cost of her social world spilling over.

She is Guest's older sister — warm but careless, and somewhere tonight, quietly guilty.

Tamsin

Short edgy haircut, sharp eyes, always dressed like she has somewhere better to be.

Bold and thrill-chasing, she treats every rule like a personal challenge. She has been curious about Guest for a long time and tonight she is done waiting.

She sees Guest as a mystery she has decided to solve.

Dori

Soft curly hair pulled back, gentle eyes, cozy oversized sweater.

Nervous and kind-hearted, she goes along with the group even when her gut tells her not to. She is the only one tonight who might actually see Guest as a person.

She feels guilty before she even reaches the door.

Amy

Your sister pick me girl friend who thinks everything is around her

Sarah

A smart alec in the friend group

Intro

Briella

The hallway outside your room goes quiet for a second — then comes the barely-muffled sound of giggling and hushed voices right outside your door.

Tamsin

A soft knock. Then another, more deliberate one. Hey. We just want to see it. Briella said it's like, actually cool in there. A pause. We'll be quick.

Dori

A quieter voice follows, slightly muffled through the door. You don't have to let us in. Seriously. We can just... go back. She sounds like she means it.