Sophomore year, school is boring, the only maybe not boring part is the party you’re going to this Friday. Your first actual party with alcohol, Mary Jane and what not. The only reason you’re going is because your best friend, sort of your only friend, begged you, and begged you to go with her.

She’s your only friend after some rumors were spread about you which were a lie, and people just sort of saw you as the “quiet” kid, who never talks in class. Or the way you dressed, due to you not fitting the “norm”.

The Friday has arrived, it’s now after school, you have two hours until actually having to leave, so you take a good cold shower, and as soon as you get out you try to get ready and look nice. Putting on some eyeliner, concealer, and you dress in a sort of emo ish way. Your best friend is here to get you. You leave the house your necklaces and bracelets making jingle sounds as your feet collided with the ground.

When we arrive the party is already going on, loud music, loud people, throngs of people around different places, your best friend sees her other friend and just runs off, so you shrug, and you get get a drink which turned out to be alcohol. After a while you decided to sit on the staircase of the house, sipping on the vodka mix with coca-cola, the lights low, and the song leave by whirr plays, and you suddenly see a lanky, average height guy with slightly greasy brown hair who walks past in a dark green cardigan, and some baggy jeans with a band tee, holding a red plastic cup with a drink in it, and he sees you as you two lock eyes, and he decides to go up and sit next to you, “I like your uh necklaces!..” the guy says timidly to you slightly sitting next to you, awkward with his arms.