THIRD PERSON:
The persistent chirp of her phone breaks the silence in the room. Tamara reaches for it sluggishly. The name Mary is boldly on display.
“Hello,” she drawls as she picks up.
“Tamara! Please tell me you’re coming tonight,” Mary’s voice is a high-pitched contrast to the darkness Tamara is wrapped in. “The beach party at my parents’ house. They’re gone for the weekend, remember? I’ll be devastated if you don’t make it.”
“I’ll be there,” Tamara mutters, the need to escape her own head overriding everything else.
She remains on the bed until the effects of the coke wear off.
Then she stands and walks to her closet to find something to wear. This is her only chance to properly escape the chaos of the house. As she ransacks her wardrobe, she finds a pair of mini skirts.
She tr
