Everyone has their own circle in school, high school or whatever, we have that one small group of friends that we hang with at school or outside of school but I'm not emphasizing that everyone has that small group. Some people are lonely or just basically introverts.
I am though, in one of the groups with cool people in it, they're practically the only people I hang out with and I enjoy being around them - they make me feel included time by time. We pretty much just hang out with each other during recess, after school or weekends and in between those times are school stuff like homework. When we meet, there would be gossip and debates about random things such as how we would still be friends in the afterlife or so. Although, it doesn't sound as fun as it should be but it's decent and I would actually receive an enough amount of entertainment from them. Other than that, we would support each other whenever we feel a little down or just lost, they're my friends.
But sometimes. Just sometimes. I would feel like the black sheep in the group. It's pretty much just my brain overthinking about it and sometimes I'm convinced. I mean let's just look.
There were bright lights shining at the dark clouds and music blasting from a house at the end of the street that the whole neighborhood could hear it. Jeremy's parents had to go see his grandparents in Sweden and decided not to bring him with them. Although he was quite sad about it, he was excited about it too as they won't be home for a few days.
Parties rarely happen and sometimes I would be glad that they are. You could say that I am not quite a "party person". Though, my friends are really wild at parties and they would enjoy the moment as it is. And as in wild, I mean wild wild.
Here I am though, at a party at a friend's house, throwing up in the bathroom upstairs and has no total control of my body and my life. After a few rounds of beer pong and some incredible moves on the dance floor, the bathroom is where I could only have my peace and quiet even though the music could still be heard through the walls. Another reason was also because I needed to throw up or else Jeremy would have to need some help scrubbing chunks of dinner off his carpet in the living room.
I got up from kneeling and lying against the toilet bowl. I could barely hold myself up as I tried to balance myself to stand up, I saw myself in the mirror and I realized that I looked horrible. I don't want to bore people with me whining but sometimes I don't like what I see in the mirror. Sure, I'm cool and interesting (according to page 27 of the school yearbook last year) but I could be really boring at times.
I washed my hands and then my face, I looked at the mirror again and I looked twice as bad like uglytown just sent out a nuclear bomb onto my face, jesus. "You're so awkward and weird, god", I looked at the mirror with a disgusted face while drying my hands onto my jacket.
Suddenly, there was a sound of the curtain being pulled. I looked behind and saw a girl with messy brown hair lying in the bathtub. "Who said being awkward and weird was a bad thing?, she said as she stood up and got out from the bathtub. "How long were you there?", I asked. "Long enough for you to finish your business", she answered without having to face me. She turned the door knob and opened the door to walk outside to the corridor.
She walked out leaving a smirk on her face. I walked outside and the girl disappeared into thin air. I could literally care less about her since it was a party and I'm supposed to be enjoying downstairs. At least that's what I think.
As I walked towards the stairs at the end of the hallway, I could hear some voices coming from a room near me. There was another hallway linking to the main hallway and it only had one door to a room at the not-so-wider hallway. The voices were coming from the room. I hesitated before walking towards the room because half of me still wanted to go downstairs where the party was at. I opened the door and there were a few people in the room.
