Aria
I was still unsure whether or not to attend the welcome party tonight. Dominick did text me that afternoon and I kept on staring at my phone. Meanwhile, Maddison was in the library to do her assignment and stuff. I guess she would not be joining the welcome party either.
I decided to go to the lake, where I found the organizers—the student council—preparing some stuff. There were dancing colorful balloons tied on each corner of the makeshift stage, which was built at a safe distance from the water.
There were also a couple of twelve-foot inflatable air dancers. They were of a girl and a boy, with smiling faces and open arms. They looked funny actually. I noticed the word Welcome on the chest
