Her 18th birthday. Finally. The best day of her life. 5 girls, rosy cheeked with youth, toasted the night with lipstick stained wine glasses.
The line seemed to go on forever, but they stood, shivering in the dark, slowly edging toward the pulsing lights escaping from the entry. Anticipation and excitement increasing with every step. They were in. Drinks and dancing commenced immediately.
But she never made it out of the club.
The doctors said something was put in her drink. That rosy cheeked girl, frozen in time. Sentenced to eternal youth.
Her 18th birthday. The worst day of her life.