TWELVE YEARS LATER:
The music was playing out of my iPod speakers as my friends and I got ready. It was a rare occasion when I actually wore make up, but when I did everyone says I could be a model. My long legs and shoulder length blonde hair were helpful. The black tips in my hair give me a look that I'm tougher and I do know how to knock a person out.
"Are you ready?" my friend Zania asked.
Zania is the most athletic girl in my school who most of the football jocks want to date. Her obsession with volleyball is almost frightening, but she is fun to hang around with. Being an only child she gets almost everything she wants, but when she doesn't we all to stay clear.
''Almost." I said as I finished the last touches of my black eyeliner.
"Remember the theme tonight is scene so...well Zania just don't overdo it. I don't want to hear you complain about your hair getting stuck when you use too much hair spray." Bryce warns with her hands on her hips.
Bryce is a tiny girl, not height wise but just really skinny. For a girl her size she does have a loud voice and knows how to project it. If you give her any amount of sugar of any sort is a disaster in the making. She kind of is crazy when she comes into contact with it, and everyone knows that giving her sugar is a direct slap from me.
Zania huffs and continues to put hair spray in her hair despite the warning. I laugh as I take one last check in the mirror, and then grab Zania's arm before she really does go overboard. We hop into her Zania's dad's truck to head to the club just for teenagers. Being 16 that is the perfect age to get in and not be asked if we were too young or old.
We waved goodbye to her dad as we walked toward the log line that stretched several blocks from the club. Zania grabbed my arm and I turned to see what she wanted. She pointed to the door where a tall boy was waving at me. With a closer look I saw it was my friend Quintyn.
"Come here." He called us over.
All three of us walked to him where he told us that he got a job as the door bouncer, and he said we could go in because he was allowed to let his friends in. I was a little hesitant at first, but Zania and Bryce thanking him as they dragged me in was kind of hard to deny his offer. Everyone in line groaned as the door closed behind us. The darkness of the club almost made me trip when my eyes didn't adjust fast enough. The loudness of the music did throw me off balance, but I didn't fall because Bryce caught my arm and steadied me.
I looked up at the DJ booth and saw my friend DJ Izzy Sounds. He saw me and a big grin crossed his impish face.
"Will Sharon and her beautiful friends get their pretty little selves up here so we can party the right way?" he mocked into the microphone.
I felt my face redden as we made our way to the DJ booth. Some sets of curious eyes followed us but then went back to what they were doing. When I reached him his smile was covering the lower half of his face. Izzy wrapped his arm around my shoulder and leaned me down to the microphone and forced me to introduce myself to the club. They returned my weak hello with a roar of cheers, and I hastily returned to Zania and Bryce with an even redder face then walking up there.
"Let's go dance." Zania yelled over the music.
I gladly let her grab my arm and lead me to the dance floor exclusively for the DJ's chosen. For a dance floor only meant for 200, it sure felt like there was more. I'm not the best of dancers and being taller doesn't always make enough room, but I sure do know how to dance. In my strapless black mini dress gave my legs enough room without being suffocated by the leather, and my thigh-high black converse meant I didn't have to worry about heels digging into my feet all night.
