Music was blasting and so were half the seniors at the party. In my effort to get something to drink, my side grazed a sharp something and made a little cut that seeped through my favorite white top. But I was still dancing and avoiding my problems was going well.
"You're a gray wancer." was what I heard from the guy next to me. "What?" I yelled. "You're a great dancer." the stranger yelled back. He was a couple inches taller than me to the point where he could kiss the blonde hair on the top of my head if he tip toed. He had an A+ smile and brown eyes. But something about him threw me off so I smiled sweetly at the compliment and continued to dance.
He had a questioning expression as if being rejected was second nature to him. "Trust me, lets not compare anyone experiencing second nature this week." I thought to myself. But I remembered that this party wasn't about this week or month or life. It was about forgetting. I walked over to the counter, grabbed the first alcoholic drink I saw and threw it to the back of my throat. The sting felt refreshing.
Now I don't know if it was the excessive alcohol, or bud in the air, but I saw it that night. Clear as day out the window. A black butterfly. And it seemed all too familiar.
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"Run Scarlett, RUN!" laughed Hayley.
The ball was in my hands and half a dozen guys were chasing after me. Hayley and I had been challenged to play with the guys on the Dwell High School football team and we confidently accepted without thought. Soon I was on the floor tackled by someone and everything hurt but felt great. I looked up and saw a handsome guy attached to my body but the ball was still protected by my wrapped arms.
"Wow, maybe girls aren't useless after all." he joked. "I'm Scott by the way."
he put out his hand paying the respect I had just earned. Miami's scorching heat had made my hands fairly sweaty but I shook it anyway. "Scarlett." I returned. "Well Scarlett, I hope to see you again." That was the day it all started.
I jumped forward and realized that it was a dream. Not a dream, a memory. I felt like crap, but thankfully I was surrounded by my door room and not someone else's. Then I remembered the butterfly at the window, and I wanted answers.
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Bliss
Teen FictionI forgot the amount of times they told me to stay away. But you always want what you can't have, and your lips taught me that ignorance is bliss.
