moving her hair around and taking sips from her beer cup
looking around for cute boys to no avail
closing her eyes and feeling the atmosphere with her now inhabited senses
she giggles at the thought that she is now the youngest she will ever be
olivia can feel the beat that moves every atom forming her being
waving her arms to the rhythm all she wants is to let everyone know that this is her
she is present, past and future
olivia laughs
olivia laughs so much it starts to hurt
god, is she drunk
around her, people are focussing on not losing their own shit
some are with their friends
others are making out
and some, like olivia, were just there.
and that was enough.
YOU ARE READING
first night of spring
Teen Fictionin which small fragments of olivia's evening come across the reader's eyes
