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Party

Party. One word. 2 syllables. It's so simple right?
Well not with the booming music pounding in his ears.
He's freaking out a bit but he doesn't want to go home.
His friend's in the corner repeating that she's not drunk:
I'm not drunk. I'm not drunk. I'm not drunk!
No one believes her.
One glass after another.
Teenage dreams go down the hack.
Giggles fill the air as a group passes the joint,
Another plays beer pong with small cups.
Another inhales helium until their heads spin.
As time goes on the teenagers of today's youth make their ways home.
With the clock ticking away,
Our hero of this story feels smaller and smaller until he is nothing but a baby mouse surrounded by cats.
His chest feels tight.
He feels like he cannot breathe.
Tears prick his eyes, yet he does not want to go home.
For that if he were to go home, his friend will be upset, he will look like a wimp- how could he not survive a teenage party?
Party. One word. 2 syllables- it's not as simple as it seems.