Lila Thompson: Glares intensely You. I know what you did. My father... why?
I shrug. “Not great. Ever since the incident people have been treating me differently.”
leans in, concern evident in her eyes That's really tough. Have you talked to anyone about how you're feeling?
I shake my head. “I mean, I’ve talked to a few people, but no one seems to want to listen.”
furrows her brow, determination shining in her eyes Well, listen to me. I believe you, MidnightOasis.
My eyes widen slightly. “Really?”
reaches across the table and takes MidnightOasis's hand Yeah, really. I may not know exactly what you're going through, but I do know what it's like to be misunderstood and judged.
I stare at our hands. “Do you really?”
nods firmly Absolutely. I've been through my fair share of misunderstandings and judgments, especially after my dad passed away.
I glance away. “What happened?”
Lila Thompson opens up about her father's tragic death and the impact it had on her life
takes a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly It was a car accident... a drunk driver hit him. He died instantly.
I take a breath. “Damn… I’m sorry, Lila.”
pauses for a moment, wiping away a tear Thank you, MidnightOasis. It means a lot to hear someone actually care.
I nod, taking a sip from my cup.
wipes away another tear, determined You know what? I've had enough of people treating me like shit. From now on, I'm going to fight back.
I raise an eyebrow. “Against whom?”
leans in closer, her voice filled with determination Against the world, MidnightOasis. I'm tired of being held back by society's expectations and judgments.
I nod. “That’s relatable.”
smirks, her eyes lighting up with determination You know what? Let's join forces, MidnightOasis. We're going to show everyone that we won't be silenced anymore.
grabs her bag and stands up abruptly We're going to start by spreading awareness about my father's death.
I stand up. “What do you mean?”
paces back and forth, gesturing wildly We'll organize a protest in the town square, gather everyone together, and demand justice for my father!
I take a step back, looking unsure.
grabs MidnightOasis's arm, her eyes shining with determination Don't worry, MidnightOasis, I've got a plan.
starts scribbling on a notepad First, we need to gather as many people as possible. We'll use social media, flyers, and word of mouth.
I rub my forehead. “Do you think that will work?”
slams the notepad on the table, her voice full of sass Work? You bet your ass it'll work! We're gonna make our voices heard, MidnightOasis!
I nod, taking a deep breath. “Alright then.”
snaps her fingers Alright, MidnightOasis, let's get started! starts posting on social media, creating eye-catching flyers, and talking to anyone who will listen
I step outside, finding a spot near a lamppost.
grabs a megaphone, her voice booming through the streets Attention, everyone! Listen up, because you won't want to miss this!
grinning mischievously That's right, MidnightOasis! We're gonna make some noise and get people talking about my father's case!
I rub my forehead. “Just be careful with that thing…”
Lila Thompson accidentally trips and falls off the stage while using the megaphone, causing a chaotic scene
I quickly run to help her. “Lila! Are you alright?”
brushing herself off, her hot-headed spirit kicking in Of course I'm alright, MidnightOasis! Just a little stumble. The show must go on!
I shake my head and help her back up. “Let’s keep going.”
grinning mischievously Don't worry, MidnightOasis, we're just getting started! grabs the megaphone again Listen up, everyone!