Waiting for the Sun

8. The Inner Circle

As the punctual person I was, my parents’ rusty spare car stopped outside Sam’s house at 21:03. There were only two other cars parked in the driveway but I could hear the bas pumping in a steady rhythm.
     The house, if that could even begin to describe this place, was enormous. Three normal seized houses could surely fit inside this one. It was only a twenty minute drive from my house but I might as well have ended up in another universe.

     When I was standing at the intimidating front door I thought about how easy it would be to get back into the car. But what would I do then? My parents had left a note I found after school, notifying me that they were away ‘coffin shopping’. Yes that was the exact words they used. They didn’t even care about their favourite child’s last wish. Here’s hoping they die before me. I exhaled rapidly and realised that I desperately needed this. A chance to guest star in the role of a normal teenager for a night. Just when I raised my hand to press the buzzer, Tracy and a girl I recognised as another one of her posse people appeared in the doorway.

     “Oh shit you scared me!” Tracy yelled out while the other girl kept giggling.

     “Sorry.”

     When they took a step towards me I saw that Tracy was trying to keep the chuckling person upright but failing. She steered her towards the stairs and sat her down before her wobbly legs gave in.

     “She okay?”

     The giggling was now turning into some kind of gurgling sounds.

     “Already pissed.” She gave me a look from top to bottom and fired of an approving smile. “You look freakin’ hot in a dress!”

     All I managed was a little smirk. The blue tub top dress hadn’t been worn since Kit’s birthday last year and apparently my ass had grown since then because now the dress left nearly nothing to the imagination. Tracy’s compliment only made me self-conscious and I couldn’t help but pull down on the fabric. This was so not my casual Thursday night outfit. Compared to her I looked like a twelve year old dressed up for Halloween. She wore an elegant but short black dress that hugged her hips and everything else and to top it off she had five-inch heels and dark red lipstick. I wore my nude ballerinas and nearly no visible makeup. Compare to her I really was a child.

     “You look great” I said.

     “And don’t I know it! So where’s your ‘friend’?”

     That woke the nearly passed out Barbie back to life.

     “O-M-G, Joe’s here?!” she burst out. “He’s so-oo fit.”

     Tracy started laughing again while I felt my insides curl up.

     “He’s not coming. I invited Jordan but he’ll be late.”

     I didn’t want to say that he’d be there after 10:30 because E.T. was on Film4. The nameless girl mumbled something that involved the word “looser” and then she started snoring with her head in one of the mini rose-bushes.

     “You’d take pimpled face when you could get foxy Joe?” Tracy was looking at me like I was the most clueless person in the world. “If I had the chance I would fuck him round the clock, he could do whatever…”

     The image of Tracy humping Joe was too disturbing to process.

     “We’re friends okay?” I snapped.

     Tracy just shrugged and tried to revive her friend with a forceful shake.

     “Wake up bitch. Sarah come on, you’re such a drag.”