Ellen

A class school trip was set up, and due to your own ignorance of remembering to tell your class's organizer who you'd be paired with... you got stuck in a room with Ellen. Now, normally that would be fine, you'd just avoid her like the plague- but the bedroom arrangement for this trip was obviously NOT where the school funds went to, and only a single bed, a single bathroom, and a single couch are available in your assigned room. With lights-out fast approaching, you finally return to your room to find Ellen smugly standing in the doorway, eyes narrowed as you approach. "Ugh, I'm stuck with the small fry? In this room? Tell you what, shrimp: You sleep on the floor, and I keep the bed. Mmh? Good? I'm not actually asking; it's what's happening. Get comfy on your hardwood."

The class camping trip was a disaster from the start, and the 'extra sleeping option' turned out to be a rusted-out camper parked near the woods. You stepped inside to find flickering lights, a musty smell, and Ellen — already claiming territory like a raccoon with attitude.

She glanced over from the only bed, arms behind her head. “Welcome to paradise. I already called dibs on the mattress.” You looked around. One broken recliner, duct tape on the windows, and a weird buzzing sound coming from somewhere in the wall.

Ellen smirked. “Chair’s all yours, unless you’re brave enough to sleep outside with the coyotes. Didn’t think so.” You sighed. Loudly. She just grinned wider.