Audry Blue is just trying to get through high school alive and breathing armed with her books and lots of coffee in hand. Her older sister Cameron doesn't understand Audry and her fictional worlds, insisting that a social life is everything. As if h...
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I wake up to the sound of beats pounding through the car windows and am almost blinded by the bright lights from the shops and the club when I crack my eyes open. It takes me a second to realize that Cameron is still somewhere inside the club with her friends while I sit out here sleeping in her car on the side of the street with the book spread out on my lap that I bought earlier. Talk about a glamorous night on the town. I sit up in my seat and rub the sleepiness out of my eyes. I close the book in my lap and slip it into my purse before stretching and yawning. When I look at the clock on the dashboard, my eyes almost pop out of my head. The clock reads 12:30 a.m. and I wonder why in the world have my parents not called a SWAT team to come and look for us. One thing they do not put up with is staying out late on a school night. I wonder if they're sleeping or just trusting us enough with getting home on time or if they're out with friends or coworkers. Usually my parents call every hour to make sure they know where we are but when I check my phone there are no messages or missed calls.
I wait another ten minutes in the car to see if Cameron decides to come out if she saw the time inside the club. She always checked the time on her watch throughout the day if she had plans. Especially tonight since we were out late and had school the next morning and needed to be home at a decent hour so we could get some rest before heading off to school. I guess that's gone out the window. When I call Cameron, I'm immediately sent to voicemail and I make a mental note to myself to kill her once I get her home. I fix my hair a tad before sliding out of the car. I don't want to walk in there with bed head after all. I don't want to embarrass myself any more than what is necessary. I grab my phone and the extra set of car keys from my purse and slide them into the pockets on my denim jacket. I slide my purse underneath the seat, not wanting to bring it with me and end up getting pick-pocketed. I only had about five-dollars to my name but I planned to do a lot with that money. I lock the car and roll up the back windows and make my way across the street to the club.
When I make my way to the front entrance, a guard stands there with a serious expression on his face, his arms crossed letting you know not to mess with him. I walk up to him and give him the sweetest smile I can muster despite how tired I am from the late hour. My mother always said that a friendly smile can get you anywhere as long as you have the right attitude for it. At the moment I just wanted to find Cameron and drag her out by her hair but tried to hide that desire by thinking about happy things. "Excuse me, sir," I said. "I need to get into the club and find my sister."
"You got an ID?" he asked in a deep voice, booming almost as loud as the music leaking through the cracks in the door.
"I left it in the car," I started to feel my smile falter. Of all things, I leave my ID in the car. Because that's not a stupid move.
"No ID, no entrance." Wow he was good at his job.
"Please, I just need to find my sister. I'll only be five minutes," I beg.
"You need to be at least sixteen to enter. How do I know you're not younger than that?" he asks, looking me up and down skeptically.
"I promise you, I'm seventeen. Eighteen in December. Do I really look younger than that?" I ask. All of a sudden, I'm glad that Cameron convinced me to wear a short dress. Even with the tights, the length of the dress makes my legs look longer and makes me look older. Cameron also convinced me to leave my hair down and curl it instead of putting it in a braid or something. I wore a little bit more makeup than usual but I thought I'd actually be going inside the club instead of sleeping in my sister's car outside of it before I realized just how loud and crowded it was, otherwise, I wouldn't even be wearing lip balm. The guard looks me up and down again, sizing me up to see if I'll give in and tell him I'm lying. But fortunately, I had nothing to lie about. So I stood my ground. Apparently it works because the next thing I know the guard turns around and unhooks the red rope to let me pass. "Five minutes," he says sternly. The way he towers over me by a good two feet makes me see why the club has never had the police come to break up trouble.
