“🚑💨 On its way, but it’s out of cheese for the whine.” — Maya. “Sis, the whambulence is busy. Try the ‘thank u, next’ express.” — Chloe. “Real talk: we’re bringing pizza and petty energy. Hold tight.” — Priya.
Instead, she texted her group chat: “Call the whambulence, my bf is a cheater.” call the whambulence my bf is a cheater
Within seconds, three dots appeared. Then came the replies. “🚑💨 On its way, but it’s out of
They spent the night not just trashing Jake—though there was some of that—but reminding Lena of who she was before him. She’d stopped painting. Stopped calling her mom as much. Stopped laughing at her own dumb jokes because he’d called them “cringey.” “Real talk: we’re bringing pizza and petty energy
She hung it in her living room. A reminder that sometimes the best help doesn’t come with a siren. It comes with pizza, honest friends, and the quiet realization that the only person who can truly call off the whambulence is you.
Around midnight, Lena grabbed the marker and added her own line below Priya’s:
An hour later, her friends arrived with extra cheese pizza, a tub of ice cream, and a whiteboard marker. Priya grabbed the marker, uncapped it, and wrote across Lena’s mirror: