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My night started by falling down a flight of stairs, how about you?
Ok, so you might be wondering; “why” and “how” or “oh stupid Veronica, why are you so clumsy?” Uh, it’s not my fault, ok? Above ground stairs don’t usually turn into a giant slide face, or make you slip into an unstable floor, and make you crash through it into a secret room below! Nope! I’m (pretty sure) most people don’t have that problem.
But I sure did.
Ok, let’s start from the beginning. My friends (Aspen, Celeste, Avery, Oliver, May and Blue,) and I were going to a high school party for weird gamer and art kids at our school. We were currently on a school trip in Chicago, because it was the only one they were offering for the high schoolers so we all decided to come together. We’d all been friends since middle school. My friends were all 15-17 years old, and I was 17
Aspen kinda looked like a guy, with their short hair and baggy clothes, but once you figured out their pronouns, you’d understand why they dressed like that. Celeste and I looked alike in the way we dressed, more than ever nowadays, but she wore lace and mini skirts and the way I dressed could be only described as “pastel street wear”. She had blond hair (it had gotten blond again) and usually always had a pencil on hand. Avery had, obviously, embraced her inner Kidcore, overalls with ducks on them, rainbow socks, decora hair clips, all of it, but somehow it didn’t seem to cover up or brighten her violent demeanor, it just made her more confident, getting into arguments and fights more, but also making sure to speak out against injustices. Oliver had grown into his bulk since middle school, now looking like a football player instead of being chubby. He, instead of football, was planning on becoming a software engineer and designer. May was about as tall as our other friend, and Aspen’s girlfriend, Sydney, was in middle school, but she was still pretty short. She LOVED dressing cottagecore, and she fit the theme perfectly. Blue was an indie kid though and through, her hair was dyed red raccoon style, in th front, and she was literally always wearing some sort of band merch. Blue and Avery were still, in fact, dating and had been since middle school.
The guy that told Oliver that this party was happening said that it was in an abandoned part of the subway, through the door on the right, down the stairs and through the door at the bottom.
I guess we’ll never know if the party really did exist,
we never made it.
We started off by meeting at the apartment that me, May, and Celeste shared for our trip and walked our way to the old subway station.
It was a chilly February night, and it didn’t help that we lived down south, and were used to it being warmer in the winter.
May, Celeste, and me were in sweaters and the rest of my friends were in sweatshirts(although that’s all that Oliver ever wore nowadays anyway).
“Hey Oliver, who told you about this party anyways?” Aspen asked with a quizzical expression.
“Oh idk just some guy.”
That made me nervous.
“Uh you sure that this “guy” is from our school?” I asked “It would be kinda bad if we’re going to a party with a bunch of people we don’t know, what if they’re not even high schoolers?”
“Oh.” Said Oliver. It, apparently, did not occur to him that it might not be a good idea to go to a party with a bunch of random strangers.
Avery facepalmed. “STUPID.” She growled under her breath.
“Awww man.” Said May. “I really was looking forward for this…”
“Hey, we can still go right?” Blue questioned
“hmm…” I said. “We should take a vote.”
“I VOTE GOING!” Exclaimed Oliver “I do too.” Aspen and Blue said at the same time.
“I vote no.” I said, my hands on my hips. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to go.”
“Me as well.” Celeste said. “Same.” Avery said, shooting a glare at Blue.
Then she turned around and nodded at May.
“Last one voting.” She said.
Me and Aspen shared an alarmed look. May was great at a lot of things, school, being kind, not cursing, but let me tell you, decisions were not easy for her, even now she’s takes a little bit longer than the average person would.
May looked around at us, weighing her options, then looked straight at me and said:
“I vote going.”