Now Or Never

Chapter Eight

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Chapter 8: 

"One more!" I yelled, whipping my hair back and forth to the beat. Fred cheered as I downed another round of shots. I ran to the middle of the dance floor and started break - dancing.

Yeah, I wasn't really a slutty girl dancer. I did one of those spin around with one hand moves, laughing as my arm buckled and I collapsed on the floor.  

I giggled and sat in the middle of the floor. Everyone continued dancing, and I just sat there laughing my ass off. I closed my eyes and let the rhythmic vibrations cloud my thoughts.

My mother's image suddenly flashed under my eyelids. Guilt clogged my throat. It woke me up from my liquor-induced trance, and I suddenly felt extremely sick. Again.

I stood up and rushed into the bathroom. I stuck my fingers up my throat, wanting all the alcohol to leave my system. I threw up in the sink, not caring about the other people who needed that sink. I was NOT gonna lean over the toilet.

I was once again sober, and I felt ashamed of myself. I don't know why I was ashamed, because what I was doing is perfectly normal, but I couldn't get rid of the guilt that was making my stomach swoop. 

I hate to admit it, but I missed my family. I really shouldn't, because they kicked me out and then shipped me off to a different country, but I still did. But hey, this is who I am. They sent me away so I would change, and I was not going to let them think their stupid idea was right. 

I swallowed, feeling slightly angry, and then I determinedly threw up again. I wiped my hands with a paper towel, smiling and waving at these two girls who were clearly disgusted my antics. I stood directly in front of them, and then stuck my tongue out and blew on it, making sure some of my spit landed on them.

"Ewwwww...you're disgusting." One of them commented, glaring at me. 

"You just spat on me, you dumb bitch." The other one said calmly, and a bit amused looking. They were twins, by the way. They both had dirty blonde hair, and blue-green eyes. 

One was wearing a short black dress, with net sleeves, fishnet stockings, and combat boots. The other one was wearing a ripped black T-shirt, ripped black jeans, and worn out Jordans (Jays?). 

So that completely ruined the stereotype of the one girly girl twin and one punk twin. As both of these twins were clearly junkies. 

 "Oops. My bad." I said, smiling wickedly. One of them laughed. The other one pursed her lips weirdly. I laughed at her stupid face, until she randomly spat on me. She smirked at me, smiling victoriously.

I touched my bare and slightly wet shoulder, stared at it a bit confusedly, and then promptly burst out laughing. She thought she was so tough, spitting on me. She thought it would actually offend me. It was actually really funny. It had not offended me at all.

I walked even closer to them, throwing my arms around their shoulders and pulling them close.

"Well, that was fun. How about we go get some drinks together, and maybe hookup with some dudes along the way?" I said, smiling maniacally. I just wanted to freak them out a bit, make them think I was some kind of fat retard.

I winked at the one in the dress, smiling and actually enjoying myself.  

That was, until, the other one whacked me across the back of my head with a baseball bat, making me pass out. That showed me that I wasn't the freak. They were. 

Yay life. 

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- Mia :*