I'm Not Ten Years Old, I'm Fourteen, You Dingus

Chapter Ten: Does Passing Out Count as a Party Foul?

It was the same day we'd arrived at the hotel, and the two of us (Abi and I.) were told we had a surprise. I was blindfolded and guided by Jessica. I could tell just by the way she spoke and moved that she was nervous. "Um.. Jessica?" I asked. "Yeah?" "Is this surprise safe?" "Yes, why would it be otherwise?" "I don't know."

The blindfold was pulled off, and what I saw was horrendous. A huge room, with strobe lights-my garnet, do I hate strobe lights-was chock full of people. They were all dancing in a crowded pack in the centre of the room. Long tables lined the perimeter, filled with food and punch.

Somebody whisked me onto the dance floor. So many people were surrounding me, pressing up against me. It felt wrong and gross. I couldn't find my way out. Liam strolled by and said to me "Happy early birthday, Satan." Anger surged inside me. This was happy? This, this terrible place? Where I couldn't move two steps in a single direction and nobody was giving me any room for my crutches?

I couldn't handle it. I know I should stop myself, but the thought pushed aside. Black spots began to dot my vision, and I fell over. Nobody moved. People were stepping all over me, and I couldn't find a single familiar face. The black took over my sight, and I passed out.