*The dance*
*Hunters pov*
Lights, heat, music, its like those places that mum took me when i was young, she acted wierd, I got scared a normal saturday night but this time me- all up to me- i can do what I want,
I swagger over to the punch bowl and took a swig, it didn't taste right and before I knew it I was drunk, my body wasn't acting right and my emotions were over the moon.
It wasn't natural, yet I liked it I guess so I danced my way over to killer and started talking:
"You look amazing in this light ya know" I said
"Please Hunter I don't want this know" his eyes were the purest blue and so shiny, scrumptious
I leaned in before he got a chance
"Hunter your drunk," he lead me into my room with my sister there looking concerned what was I doing.
Yet I giggled
"Don't go" I attempted a pull at his coat
"Sleep!"
Ok I thought
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Next day
Aww gross I was sick everywhere somone spiked the punch
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Teen FictionHunter is a girl looking for hope freedom will she get some