After about fifteen minutes of driving, we soon left Tampa, and entered the town of Arcadia, not quite my idea of a "nice town."
We soon pulled in behind an old, chipped, warehouse. "Are you sure this is the place?" I asked. "One-hundred percent." Exclaimed Krystal. "I don't hear any music." said Caitlyn with a crick in her voice "This is the fucking place!" snapped Krystal.
As we walked around, we found the entrance. As we slowly approached
the large, dented, medal door, we all got goosebumps, except for Krystal, of course.
As we cracked open the door, an explosion of neon lights shined in our face.
We walked in, observing everything in the room. There was stoners, drunkies, hoes, jockes, the whole bit.
"Hey I'm gonna use the bathroom. I will be right back." I screamed over the extremely loud band. "Kk girl!" screamed Caitlyn and Krystal with scotch falling out their mouths.
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Barely Holding On
HorrorA young girl goes to a teen club with her closest friends, Krystal and Caitlyn. As they expect it to be the best night of living young, it doesn't turn as wanted... CONTINUE READING FOR ANSWERS
