Aria Montgomery

Acid But I'm Not A Slacker

When I got home that Friday evening I quickly showered and got ready for this dance they held at Rosewoods progressive school.  Of course my friends came over and practically questioned me to the corner about why I just left the last class of the day specifically Mr. Fitz's English class. I lied and told them about just wanting to ditch the boring class although I don't think his class is boring. I think he's a very good teacher except maybe teach things from this modern time. Hanna was applying red lipstick to my lips while Spencer was changing the vinyl on my record player. Emily was looking in the mirror of herself loving how she looked in her dress and Alison was opening a package she handed us each a white looking substance I'm assuming it was acid I've never done acid before I'm also assuming I will be tripping out in the next hour . We each stuck it on our tongues to let it dissolve. "Say ehhh." I snapped a couple of photos of them hoping to keep these photos memorable.

When we all got to the school all four of my friends dispersed into the room joining their other friends. People were dancing crazy their bodies where moving to all sorts of places almost knocking over people but they were having a good time and I couldn't help taking a couple of pictures of everyone having a good time. I was searching for candid's the photos where people are smiling because they actually feel happy and the ones where no one is making themselves look perfect. I took another photo and I felt like everything was in slow motion like the lights slowly changing color, and the smoke machine making me feel worse. I blinked a couple of times trying to snap out of whatever was happening and then everyone started to speed up as they danced. 

"Aria, are you okay?" 

I was startled by the voice and turned around to see Mr. Fitz concerned and confused. i didn't reply back only standing there with my camera in my hands stumbling trying to keep my footing. Mr. Fitz looked like the only person in the room like if everything else was blurry and irrelevant and the light only shining on him. 

"Hello, genius?" He said calmly. 

"Tomorrow, Tomorrow creeps, petty days, till the last and all the time the fools fled  all the way to dust then to death, out of life, like a walking shadow, upon the stage until it was heard no more, signifying nothing." I spoke very fast I didn't even know what I was saying or where that even came from.

 "9.3 seconds, wow." Mr Fitz smiled. 

My eyes felt like they were about to fall out of my face when I looked at him. I ran out of the school and laid onto the first bench I saw; my head was facing the sky and my arms were crossed over my stomach. I heard footsteps walking towards me, but I didn't look up because I already knew who it was. 

"Oh it's you again." I mumbled. 

"So what are you on?" It took a moment for me to reply.

 "Acid but I'm not a slacker." I felt the bench wobble a little when he took a seat I stayed in the same position as before not minding at all of how calm he was about it. 

"Kids still do acid?" He said nonchalantly. 

"I sat up slowly not wanting my head to spin again. My hair was messed up, but I really didn't care. I also didn't dare face him I turned around making my face shielded from the embarrassment.  Mr. Fitz still sat their awkwardly shuffling his feet and clasping his hands together as he leaned his back onto the bench. 

"I kind of came here to be alone.. so."

" I know right now you might not feel normal again and you might feel like your eyes are deceiving you, but you'll feel better eventually."

 I didn't say anything but keep my eyes focused on the gravel.

Thank God I told myself when I heard my dad's car honk and come up to the curb of the street. I got in and slammed the door shut. Mr. Fitz followed from behind and came to the passengers side window.