🔍Shayla's in for a shocker - she's about to kiss her apartment goodbye😭 Full Skit BELOW👇
🔍Shayla's in for a shocker - she's about to kiss her apartment goodbye😭
[Setting: Shayla’s apartment – cozy, slightly messy, with houseplants and art prints everywhere. Her best friend, Tiana, is visiting. Shayla’s in leggings and an oversized hoodie, sipping iced coffee.]
Tiana:
Girl, you look way too relaxed for someone about to open mail from their landlord.
Shayla:
Because it's probably just another reminder about the “no incense” policy. 🙄 I swear, these people act like sandalwood is a biohazard.
Tiana:
Or maybe they’re finally giving you that rent reduction for dealing with the leaky ceiling?
Shayla: (ripping open the envelope)
Ugh. Dream big, right? Let’s see— [reads silently] Wait.
Tiana:
What?
Shayla:
No… no, no, no, no, no. This has to be a mistake.
Tiana:
Shayla, you’re scaring me. What does it say?
Shayla: (reading aloud, voice shaky)
"Notice of Non-Renewal of Lease. Effective November 30th, 2025. Please ensure the apartment is vacated and all keys returned by that date."
Tiana:
…WHAT?! You’re getting kicked out?!
Shayla:
They said they’re “repurposing the unit for executive short-term rental options.” What does that even mean? Airbnb?!
Tiana:
They’re turning your home into a damn hotel room. That’s what that means.
Shayla:
I’ve lived here for four years! Through three property managers, one winter with no heat, and that mold situation in 2023! And now they’re just… shoving me out like trash?
Tiana:
Capitalism, babe. No loyalty, just profit. 😤
Shayla: (pacing)
I just put up new shelves. I was finally feeling settled. My grocery store knows me. My neighbors like me. I water old Mr. Greene’s plants when he’s out of town!
Tiana:
This is straight-up evil. You can’t fight it?
Shayla:
It says right here: “Per clause 14B of the lease, the landlord reserves the right not to renew without cause.” I signed that. I didn’t think they’d actually use it.
Tiana:
They always do when they smell more money.
Shayla: (sinks into the couch)
I don’t even know where to go. The rent out there is insane. Everywhere’s either a shoebox or a scam.
Tiana:
Okay, don’t spiral yet. We’ve got time. November 30th gives you like… what, six weeks?
Shayla:
That’s 42 days. Six weekends. 1,008 hours.
...I’m spiraling, aren’t I?
Tiana:
Hard. But listen—maybe this is the universe telling you something. Maybe there’s a better place waiting. Something bigger. Something without mold.
Shayla:
Or it’s the universe telling me to buy a tent and set up under a bridge.
Tiana:
Nope. We are not letting you get evicted and emotionally wrecked. We’re gonna apartment hunt, call every shady Craigslist number, make spreadsheets, bribe leasing agents with cookies if we have to.
Shayla: (sighs)
You’d really do that?
Tiana:
Girl, I’d go full Liam Neeson on these landlords if I could. “I will find you… and I will negotiate rent control.”
Shayla: (laughing through tears)
God, I hate this. But… I love you.
Tiana:
Love you too. Now put on pants—we’re starting the “Save Shayla’s Sanity” operation today. First stop: coffee. Second stop: Zillow hell.
Shayla:
Tiana. I just got a text.
Tiana (half-asleep):
Wha—Shayla? It’s midnight.
Shayla:
From an unknown number. It said: ‘You should start packing. They don’t give warnings twice.’
Tiana:
What?! Who sent that?
Shayla:
I don’t know. No name. Just… vibes. Creepy ones.
Tiana:
Okay, listen. Forward it to me. Screenshot everything. This isn’t just “they want to rent to tourists.” This feels… targeted.
[Next day – Shayla heads to the leasing office. The front desk girl, normally chatty, barely makes eye contact.]
Shayla:
Hey, I got this letter—non-renewal? Can I talk to someone about it?
Receptionist (quietly):
Ms. Monroe isn’t available. You’ll need to email the regional office.
Shayla:
Right, but can someone just explain why my apartment is suddenly being “repurposed”? That’s vague as hell.
Receptionist:
It’s out of my hands.
Shayla:
You’re seriously telling me no one can talk to me?
[Receptionist leans in, whispers under her breath.]
Receptionist:
You should… go. And not ask too many questions.
[Shayla stares, stunned. The receptionist quickly turns away, typing again.]
[That night – Shayla’s back home. She notices something strange: her living room window, normally jammed shut, is slightly open.]
Shayla (to herself):
I locked that.
[She walks over, pushes it closed. Notices faint muddy footprints near the sill on the inside.]
Shayla (whispering):
No. No way.
[Her phone buzzes again – another message from the unknown number.]
UNKNOWN:
“They were already inside. You just didn’t notice.”
[Shayla calls Tiana – voice trembling.]
Shayla:
Ti… I think someone’s been in my apartment.
Tiana:
What?! Are you okay? Call the cops!
Shayla:
There’s nothing missing. Nothing broken. Just… that window. And the texts.
Tiana:
Babe, this isn’t just a shady eviction. Something’s going on. You need to get out of there.
Shayla:
I can’t leave, Ti. I need to know why. Why now? Why me?
Tiana:
No apartment is worth this. They’re trying to push you out for a reason—and it’s not just rent.
[A few days later – Shayla finds an old maintenance report stuffed behind her bathroom cabinet. It’s water-damaged, but a few words stand out.]
March 2022 – UNIT 3B
Hazardous material found. Report filed. Contained (pending approval).
Shayla (to herself):
3B… That’s my unit. That’s me.
[She flips the paper over—there’s a handwritten note.]
“DO NOT RENEW. Quietly.”
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