tears of rain (sam kiszka)

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The day after high school graduation

I had been invited to an unsupervised graduation party thrown by some students in my graduating class. I assumed it was to be nice, since everyone else was invited. I made the mistake of telling my mom about it, then she forced me to go, mostly because she was worried I wasn't social enough. My birth mom couldn't be bothered to show up to my graduation, so I had a sour taste in my mouth about this stupid town, these stupid people, and my stupid junkie birth mom.

My eyes were set on going to Chicago in two weeks, and ice skating the summer away in a new city. My new city.

I was leaned up against the wall nursing a Jack and coke, observing all the drunk teens. I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb, standing alone, stagnant, taking a sip out of my red solo cup every once in a while. I wore a red, cotton, knee length dress with little white flowers on it. It was strapless, and the only thing I had that was suitable for the summer heat. I flattened my dress down on my thighs. It felt too short on me.

My eyes traveled around the dimly lit living room of "soandso's" parents house. LED lights blinked and rap music blared obnoxiously. Suddenly someone caught my eye. His tall slender body bent over a girl, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, earning smiles, and gentle arm touches from her. She looked at him with allure, and I couldn't help but wonder if they were dating, or hooking up. Sam's hair hung in front of his face, before he lifted his head, and let out a loud belly laugh. He glanced around the room, grinning. I could feel myself staring at him, but the jealous rage in my body wouldn't let me look away. His eyes traveled around then landed right on mine. My upper lip rested on the edge of the red solo cup as I stared at him. His smile faded into a neutral face. His brows raised as if to seem innocent. He smiled softly, then looked back at the girl he was talking to. I took that as my queue to leave. I hated seeing him.

"Hey," I heard next to me. "Who do you know here?" I stopped and turned my head, quickly, and a guy leaned against the wall next to me wearing a letterman jacket, holding a beer. "Um," I stammered, glancing around the room. "If you don't know anyone, you gotta leave," he said, pointing to the front door to my right. I had so many jumbled thoughts, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was "I'm sorry, I didn't-" before he cut me off.

"I don't know you. Does anyone know this chick!?" he said loud enough that some of the people around us heard, and stopped socializing to gawk. "She's the junkie's kid," I heard the soft whisper from someone staring. A few girls snorted and laughed at me. My face was on fire with embarrassment. I looked at the people standing and staring at me. "I- Um," I choked, feeling angry tears start to flood my eyes. "I was just leaving,"

Between being interrogated, and humiliated by him, and seeing Sam flirting with that girl, I needed to flee the scene.

I quickly traveled to the kitchen, dumping my cup out in the sink, and then tossing it in the over flowing trash. I wandered the house until I got to the coat closet all of the patron's belongings were in, that someone showed me when I got there. I had no idea I needed to be formally invited to this stupid thing that I didn't even want to go to in the first place. I dug through the bags, and found my canvas bag. I slung it over my shoulder and headed to the front door.

I swung the door open, slammed it behind me, and headed for my car. I trotted down the steps from the front door, and stopped at the sidewalk to dig for my keys. I quickly wiped my angry tears away. "Whatever, they're all stupid," I mumbled to myself.

"Hey!" I heard behind me. I looked up, and turned around, unsure if the voice was speaking to me. I saw him. Sam Kiszka. He stood at the top of the steps in a loose, white, button up shirt, and green shorts. I stared at him blankly. "Hey," I replied, coldly. "Don't let Cayden make you upset, he's a fucking idiot," He said, identifying the guy who embarrassed me. "He didn't. I wanted to leave anyways,"