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Friday night came faster than I thought and I was not ready. At all.

I was emotionally unstable as I tried to look for clothes in my closet. I didn't have a single dress, nice top, or a nice skirt!

Soon, I got so tired of everything, my clothes, the party, my life.

I sat on my floor and bursted out crying.

"Why can't I act like a girl and have girl clothes?!" I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.

I knew that I was crying over something stupid, but I cried because of something more than clothes. Everything was slowly falling out of place, something is going wrong to cause it, and nothing is the way I want it to be.

As I continued to cry, my phone rang with an unknown caller ID. I answered as I was still crying and sloppily said a greeting.

"Hey Elisa. I'm gonna pick you up in about 20- are you crying? We don't have to go if you don't want to." It was Grayson and I became extremely embarrassed after realizing he heard me cry.

"No! I'll see you later!" I quickly responded and hung up.

I tried to calm myself by counting backwards from ten. I was a bit more stable after that and found a solution to my lack of clothes.

Aunt Martha's clothes!

She wasn't home and she wouldn't even notice! I entered her room and searched through her closet trying to find some kind of outfit.

Finally, I found the perfect dress! A sage green sweater dress.

I matched it with some gold earrings, of my own and thigh high black boots. I looked in the mirror and suddenly became self conscious.

What if this is too much? I look like a kid! I can't, I can't, I need to change.

Before I could change, I heard knocks on my door. Grayson is already here!

I silently groaned and rushed to finish up. After tying my hair and applying makeup with what little I had, I ran to my door to open it.

I opened the door and saw Grayson, wearing his regular style of clothing. Seeing that, I felt like I was overdressed and blushed.

"I didn't know what to wear, so I wore the only thing that would be suitable." I tried to explain my choice of outfit.

Grayson paused for a little and nodded his head motioning to his car. I sat in the front next to him and awkwardly fiddled with the hem of my dress as we headed towards the house.

The car window was fogged due to the cold and I intricately drew patterns on it to pass time. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, it was almost relaxing with the low beats of the radio and the soft whooshing noise of the heat.

I almost fell asleep until Grayson pulled into a large mansion that had blasting music, teenagers, and lights everywhere. I sat inside the car in awe of the size, and people.

After finding a place to park, Grayson and I stepped out the car and headed to the entrance of the house. I was a bit nervous since everything was so chaotic with a lot of people.

The door was wide open, so we let ourselves in. As soon as I stepped in, I wanted to step out.

The music was loud in my ears and could have caused me to go deaf. I was trembling a bit when I tried to push past dancing bodies. I turned around to tell Grayson that I was going to get a drink, but I had lost him in the crowd.

Shrugging to myself, I went to the kitchen and saw refreshments. I decided to go for a can of soda, but before I could, someone shoved a red cup in my face. I looked up and was met with the boyish smile of Jacob Rivera, who was in my AP literature class.

He and I haven't really conversed with each other except during group projects or for class notes. I carefully took the cup out of his hand and inspected it.

"Hey Jacob!" I smiled and gave him a wave.

"Hey, I saw you over here and wanted to pass by. You know, since we never really talk outside of class. You should try the punch I gave you, it's great." Jacob answered back to me with a slight grin.

I nodded my head and gave him my thanks. I took a sip and realized that it was in fact really good. Soon, I drowned the whole thing down and started conversing with Jacob.

After a while, I started to feel dizzy and lightheaded. I swayed on my feet and grasped the counter in order to balance myself. The punch must have had alcohol in it.

"—You okay Elisa? You don't—to well. Do you need—lay down—?" I heard Jacob trying to talk to me, but I had little to no idea what he was saying.

I felt like I was about to faint and throw up at the same time. The ground was forming black dots. I swayed once more and felt myself falling.

I waited for the impact but felt nothing as arms wrapped around my waist trying to hold me up.

"What the—did you—to her? You—" Grayson. His voice sounded smooth as usual but had a rough undertone to it. I giggled as I felt him slowly place me on the ground.

"I didn't know—couldn't handle—alcohol!" I heard Jacob's frantic voice trying to explain.

I heard the gruesome sound of flesh hitting against flesh and gasps around me. The sound of yelling and pushing stopped and I felt myself getting picked up.

Then, everything went dark for me and I passed out.


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