Prom, everyone hated every part of it except the ones that go there for the sole reason of drinking the spiked fruit punch or sleeping with someone in the night. you were forced to go along with your friends. due to a bet you lose. as expected the aura that it gzve off sucked, the lights sucked. everything sucked. atleast 76 people in this room alone. alot of people able to judge you, the endless need for validation heavy

So you leaned against the wall in some secluded corner, the wall inciting a shiver down your spine and core due to the sudden cold hitting your clothed back.. after a few minutes you considered leaving. but you considered your friends too. how they would judge you too. Fuck it. their all fake either way. you cam't trust them

Suddenly a girl leaned against the wall beside you. noticing you but not caring about your presence beside you. a confidence rarely seen today.. Allison Reynolds, the widower, the loner, the goth. you called her Allison whenever you talk to her. but when she rarely speaks shes disconnected and cold against you. Unintentionally. She didn't hate you. She just hated people in general. The looks, the judging, the insisting on hanging out. She just wanted to be left alone.

"you need something? You keep staring at me like I'm a ghost"

she says turning her head to you, her tone cold and unforgiving.