8:30pm –
It’s a warm Saturday night, with neon lights, loud music, and smell of pizza in the air. I got to the rink just at 8:30pm for Bree’s birthday party. If I’m being honest, I’m not even sure why I came in the first place. These girls aren’t even my friends. We aren’t really interested in the same things. I feel like I’m just trying to conform to a standard that definitely won’t matter when high school is over. But, here I am.
I walk over to where Bree and her clique are sitting. As usual, she’s overdone it this time. But that’s the thing about Bree. Everything’s always over the…
