I honestly have no idea how I got here. I do know, however, I hate this place.
In the basement of one of my peers parent’s house.
It’s dark, dingy, loud, crowded, and smelly.
The worst part is the smells and the sounds.
It stinks like stale alcohol, cigarettes, and pot smoke.
There’s obnoxious hip hop music blasting and horny teenagers grinding to the beat.
Why did I agree to come to this party?
I knew it would be the “it” crowd. I knew that I had no relationship with any of the other people there.
I know one thing now and that’s the fact that I’m going to leave.