Nessa
Terrified was an understatement when it came to the way I felt. Once again, opening my mouth had got me in trouble and just not the typical kind. Instead, it landed me at an exclusive event with what looked like the most elusive of high society for a night of drinking, dancing, and God knows what else. Though my best friend looked more than comfortable with being around these people. I wasn't. I watched as her body swayed to the beat of the music against the dance floor as the alcohol she drank ran rampant through her veins.
She had always been the life of the party since I had known her, and seeing how happy she was brought a smile to my face. I wished more than anything that I could be like that, but I'd never been able to. The idea of being free and losing control while I enjoye
