I was actually invited to a party for my graduating class. I wasn’t gonna go but I talked myself into it. There were only three weeks left at school, might as well make the most of it. I was hesitant when I first got there. I was kind of terrified that I was meant to be the joke of the party. The crazy teal and violet haired art student who never really fit in anywhere actually thought she was invited, haha.
I stayed off to myself as I observed, gauging my safety among the crowd.
I wasn’t sure how alcohol was being served to a bunch of 18 year olds, but the drinks were flowing. My guess is a large sum of money changed hands and we were all suddenly 21 and older. Whatever, the last hurrah of high school, why not get plastered and have fun?
The night started off with a bang, the popping of a champagne cork, the beat of a drum keeping the time of a song, and the sound of a few dozen bodies taking to the dance floor. Damn near my entire senior class was there, as well as about two dozen older guys I didn’t recognize. I would guess they were invited by some of the popular girls.