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The Taken Senior

This is about that unreachable older man that I know many of us have had problems with before.... 

Enjoy!

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            You walked out of your class and immediately get pushed into the river of students heading to their next class. You found yourself in the worst possible situation at this moment… Behind you were loud obnoxious ninth graders, giggling and gossiping… and in front of you were your immensely popular senior crush… and his girlfriend.

You sighed as they held hands and continued to walk in front of you, the high-pitched whiny voice of his girlfriend irritating you greatly. The wallet in your pocket with the word “sophomore” scrawled across your school ID seemed to burn as you thought of the impossible relationship between you and him.

He and his girlfriend stepped into their classroom, and you went to yours, down the hall. Your friend greeted you as you entered, and just before class started, she passed you a note.

‘There’s a party at one of the senior’s places tonight, everyone I know is going, even some freshman. We’ve got to go! You can tell your parents that your sleeping over, and I’ll tell mine that we went to go see a movie!’

You sighed, feeling gloomy about the hallway incident, then a sudden burst of rebelliousness sparked within you, caused by the angering thought of your crush and his girlfriend, and you agreed.

After school you went to your friend’s house and got ready, both of you wearing short dresses. You wore a beautifully colored and shimmering dress that had a tight corset and a skirt part that was loose and flared out just a bit, along with black converse, just because you were to irritated already, and didn’t want to have to deal with concentrating on not falling due to fancy heels.

Your friend did your hair and make-up and you got a ride from a junior that new your friend. As you pulled up to the place, the ground was already vibrating with the beat of the music. Lights flashed within the house, and loud voices and yelling could be heard from within the enclosed car.

Your friend grinned and pulled you with her, into the fray of the party. She began dancing with some junior and you decided that you weren’t in the mood to dance at the moment, so you went to look for something to drink, preferably non-alcoholic.

On your way to the drinks you had to push through a large crowd of gyrating sweaty bodies. You finally made it to the table, to find an array of beers within the coolers, and a most likely alcoholic punch bowl beside it. You decided to head back and find your friend, already feeling as though this was all a bad decision in the first place.

You turned around and met a mass of human, before falling to the ground, a stain now clear as day on the front of your dress.

You looked up and almost groaned out loud upon realizing whom you’d bumped into.

It was his girlfriend.

Her eyes were glaring holes into you as she stared at her spilled drink.

“Why don’t you watch where you’re going you little whore?” She shrieked in a shrill and irritating voice.