the sharp sound of the bell awoke me after the period had ended. i grabbed my bag and headed out. the day was over, and i had a college party to attend in a few hours. i hopped on a bus home, and texted my mom. like always, she didn't answer. she probably didn't even bother reading it. sometimes it bothered me that they won't even bat an eye at me, but at the same time, the freedom is a bit liberating. i unlocked the front door, only to find my mother binge watching grey's anatomy. she grunted and turned the other way.whatever. after i took a shower, i picked out my outfit. a tight black crop top, a waist high red skirt and black satin flats.i ended up putting my hair in double buns, and applying a smokey eye. once i grabbed my purse, i left the house with a "bye mom" and walked to the bus stop.
i arrived at the house when the party was nearly to its halfway point drunk people made out on the front lawn, and music blasted out towards the street.i made my way to the front door, or lack thereof. dixie cups paraded around, joining the conga line held onto by there dear lovers, teenagers. straight away i found college frat boys and fuckboys alike swivel to stare at my ass. i mean, it wasn't that big. in fact, i was surprised that anyone looked at all. one tall and stocky man leaned in to kiss me, but i shooed him away and he just ended up falling flat on his drunken face.
the click of my satin shoes even sent shivers down my spine. its the sound that everyone was brought to let every other sound revolve around it, letting it be the center of attention and not just background music. why do we do this? because its the sound of your teacher walking back to class. as kids we would break out into sudden loudness when the teacher left, but any hint of the shoe sound would send us panicking back to our seats, yelling at everyone to shut up. so when I walked down the hall of crowded people, everyone scurried to the sides. my search went on to find Hazel.
I found him in a clouded room full of marijuana smoke, laughing teens choking their way out of the room. I stumbled over a few beer bottles as I walked in. " Siobhan? Anya Siobhan?" I had found him. sitting in the back of the room, beer can in one hand and a joint in the other. he was slouching half over the side of the loveseat. I walked over to him, unenthusiasticlly. "yeah, its me. this your party?" "nope, but its pretty dope." he laughed. " get it? its funny cause it rhymed." "ya, ha-ha. so funny." His breath was pungent, and his Bud-light t-shirt was stained with chocolate cake. It disgusted me to even look him in the eye. He used to be so handsome. Now, he's just a ball of relapsing trash.
i grabbed his hand, and took him outside to where the smokers hung out. i looked him straight in the eye. "i need money. ASAP." " Yeah?" He laughed. "What for?" "i, i have to pay Rikii back.." " How much?'' " enough to pay for the coke."
