Chasing the Addiction

The Party

"Reality is a clutch for people who can't cope with drugs."

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  Rebellion hung heavy in the air around me  

Bodies twirled, glasses clinked, and a choking  smell drifted through the thick atmosphere

The smell of everything your parents warned you against in a nutshell

 Tonight was promised to be freedom, but all I saw were a bunch of low life people wasting away their life  

The music was deafening

Permanently scarring my very particular brain

I stand amidst the crowd, distinguished carefully

Definitely not in the party mood tonight

I didn't quite fit in;

I dressed the total opposite of what these people adorned;

I thought differently than they did

And most importantly,

I acted way more mature than these people who were allegedly my age

That's why I didn't belong here,

Didn't belong here....

The alarm on my phone reminds me it's midnight, a decent time to be leaving

I searched through the hormone induced crowd,

Desperately attempting to find my friends but anxiety quickening with each step

My friends

The jerkwads who lugged me here tonight

Well, they ditched me

Clear as day

I couldn't find them outside in the backyard, buried in the throng of people dancing to this garbage music

I couldn't find them in the front yard

Where dozens of blazed out couples stood, or laid

Kissing passionately

Some of them doing more

But all of them obviously messed up on more than just hemp

I knew they'd regret waking up next to the person they were with right now in the morning

But then again, if trash wakes up next to trash, do they really mind, since they both stink anyway? (ha)

Mean, but my instinct told me to stay far away from those who had the ability to peer pressure me in any way

But I couldn't worry about them, had to find my friends first

Checked inside the house and nearly got puke on my new black flats on the porch

Tonight I had worn a medium-length red dress with a black jacket to hide the dress straps

It wasn't slutty

It was attractive

But clearly not to these people

Some gawked at my attire

But when they did I simply turned my head away

I didn't need to impress garbage, since it would be taken out soon anyway (yikes, sorry)

I finally reached the door, after having to shove a bunch of sleazy couples out of the way

I yanked it open, and instantly saw that none of them were in the living room

 Or should I call it the grinding room?

The grungy DJ, or some kid in a Lego Movie t-shirt, changed the song to something popular

Because suddenly everybody cheered, whooped and hollered

And began to dance even more uncontrollably than before

I covered my ears up with my hands, trying to block out the horrifying rap song

A few dance fights broke out

So I took my opportunity to make a run for it to another room in the crowded house

And soon enough

I just happened to open the right door because there sitting in a circle with a bong in the middle

Were my  friends that I had come here with

They all looked up in surprise

Then greeted me

My friends Stacey, Sarah and Cassie all rushed up to hug me

Tripping along the way and giggling like school girls

They were messed up

Cassie held me out at arms link to somehow "introduce" me to the other half dozen

Drugged-out potheads sitting in the circle

Who didn't give me the slightest attention until Cassie blurted out

"Guys, this is Eve, she's going to join our private party!"

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Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter, let me just say it's very hard to write about a girl completely opposite from myself. I'm not prude or stuck up like she is, but don't hate her character yet! You'll learn her story soon enough(:

I need vote and comments if you want me to continue, loves <3

~angel~