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Tiffany's Fit (Minus the shoes, and sunglasses)
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Loud music and chaos in all directions around me.
The air smells like sweat and perfume just had a baby.
And people are dancing all over the place.
Not just dancing on the 'dance floor' I might add...
People grinding on one another, cups all over the floor, and all sorts of trash around this place.
Why did I come here?
I sigh, holding my foam cup close to me. It's the only thing in this whole damn house that isn't alcohol. I stand close to the wall, people shuffling by, laughing, and cheering.
I push up my black, round-rimmed glasses, as I raise my cup to my lips. I take a long sip of my strawberry lemonade and carefully clutch it against my chest again. I smack my lips softly, as I shake my kinky, curly hair out of my face. I, awkwardly, begin to sway to the music, which feels like it's about to bust my eardrums out.
Two girls walk past, one laughing and the other crying. The smell of alcohol consumes my senses, and I nearly gag as it burns my nostrils.
Looks like someone had a bit too much to drink...
My name is Tiffany Green, I'm 17, a Junior in high school, and as you can see, I'm at a party. Did I come here by choice? No. I was dragged against my will by my own flesh and blood, and my so-called friends.
It's a Saturday night, and I'm spending it partying instead of binge-watching Hemlock Grove again.
Shit be getting real in that show...
Anyway, I tried to protest as much I could, but my dad said I should go and have fun. Be a 'normal' teenager, whatever that means. I like to think there's no such thing as normal in this world.
Everyone's a little weird, some more than others...
"Hey! It's the new girl!" Ian Jones shouts, raising a bottle of beer in my direction, stumbling.
I'm not a new girl, I have the same class as you.
He's in my AP history class and always cheats off my work. Ian's blue eyes widen, "I didn't know you were going to be here!!!"
Me neither...
He looks to his friends, "Guys look, it's new girl!!!" His friends all turn to look at me, and shout in unison, "HEY, NEW GIRL!!!"
Again, not a new girl...
"You want a beer, New Girl?!" One of the guys asks, his short red hair tied up into a ponytail; his face also flushed.
Mathew Gilmore, he's also in my AP history class. He doesn't cheat, but he doesn't pay attention in class ever. I cringe at that question, and slowly raise my cup. I shake my head, "No thanks! I already have a drink!"
"CHEERS THEN!!!" He shouts, walking up to me. He then holds a bottle to me, and I begin to sweat. I, hesitantly, raise my cup, and 'clink' it against his bottle of a mysterious liquid.
"FUCK YEAH!!!!" He roars, and I jump, pressing my back against the wall now. Goosebumps appear on my soft brown skin and my brows furrow.
Turning up the bottle, Mathew drinks what's left, his face scrunching up.
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