Meghan’s P.O.V.
***10 years ago***
The bass from the speakers vibrated through the walls, a constant thrum that made my heart beat just a little faster as I stepped into the house. It was my first real high school party, my first time at something that felt like a real teenage experience. And while I had promised my mom I would be responsible, I was still buzzing with excitement.
I glanced around, taking in the groups of people crammed into every corner of the living room, the kitchen, and even the stairs. Everyone seemed to be holding a red plastic cup, laughing too loudly, and the smell of something sharp and fruity wafted through the air. This was all new to me—the noise, the energy, the way everyone seemed so… free.
“This is amazing,” my friend, Lacey, whispered, eyes wide as we bo
