Relatively speaking, the street dance was uneventful.
I say relatively because it was Roussou, it was a street dance, and you know how our lives go. But as far as the town rivalry, nothing happened. There were a few sightings of Crusties, Academy and Public, but they kept to their side of the town, and we kept to ours. Just like the old days, or that’s what Heather once told me.
So now we were on day three of District Weekend.
The Frisco party was in the woods, similar to the bonfire Fallen Crest was supposed to do. Both had fires, but Frisco’s put Fallen Crest to shame. Their main bonfire was as tall as a building, almost lighting up the sky.
“I think I’m in pyro-love.” Zellman stopped in his tracks as we got closer. The parking lot was filled to the max, with cars lining the gravel r
