Part 6
Blending in

I ran out of air in her balloon and light filled space. Too many people to pass, the whole school somehow got invited. I entered the loud room, it was so different from the party I remembered back in middle school. It was disaster in bold. Toilet papers hanging from the photo albums, stairs, window panes. A boy kissing the wall next to the open restroom where someone was puking. I sighed in disbelief. Couples making out in dark corners, potato crackers and popcorns scattered all over the floor(where the hell was Mr.Johnson)

I looked beside me and Emma was gone. I caught a glimpse of her back disappearing in the living room, girls dragging her everywhere. I didn't even get surprised at my lone solitude against unknown strangers who were still sane, giving me constant stares like they were trying to remember me from somewhere but they just couldn't. I grapped a glass of coke and stepped outside. It was pretty chilly for October. Despite the cold air, I gulped the cold beverage down in one go, I was thirsty and tired. I sat on the doorstep trying to figure a way out. suddenly, I felt blood rush to my face, my eyes got heavy and I began to grow warm, very warm.