Chapitre 1: Party
Pov: Gale
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Loud music blasting through my ears. Colourful light's glimmering of the walls and into my eyes, blinding me. The smell of smoke, alcohol and drugs, it's suffocating. The place was crowded with people, people I don't know, the only person i do know here is Kris. And Kris dosn't care about my well-being... In only one hour there had been at least fifty people faint, vomit or do something carzy- such as strip on a table- Stuff that I don't appreciate. Kris has been one of those fifty people, and yes, i don't appreciate Kris, I 'never' have. But, I must say, he is good looking,- not that changes my option on him- soft, short blond hair, a 'good' body, crystal clear blue eyes, freckels that you can't see unless you look really carefully ( not that I've been looking at him... ) And tan skin. I basically look the opposite of him, Pointy dark brown hair, body thin as a stick, dark ( really dark ) brown eyes that are basically black, messed up skin and I'm as pale as paper. ( You could probably use me as a canvas to paint on. ) Not that i care about my appearance, unlike Kris, he'd look into a mirror every 50 seconds if he could.
Kris has been my so called friend since fifth grade, when my mother first introduced me to him, he was the kind of kid who was friend's with everyone, got decent grades, good at sport and popular with the girls. while I was the kid who sat in the corner and ignored everyone... Kris always pretended he didn't know me in front of others, he still dose, because he's worried people will think he's weird for sitting with the loner. ( He's already weird enough anway. ) He was actually a nice kid when he was at my house, or i was at his, we'd always play video game's and draw together, now he just invites me to these stupid parties, i don't even know why i bother coming anymore, maybe I'm scared if i loose Kris, I'll have no one.
It was sixth grade when he started talking behind my back, when he started to ignore me more and more, when he started telling rumors about me. One time he even went as far as to push me down a flight of stairs, I broke my leg and had to stay in the hospital for almost a year. When my leg was finally cured he just glared at me, then walked away. The only reason he's been inviting me to parties now is beacuse his mum's forcing him. ( His mum dosn't know what kind of parties he gose to, it's probably for the best. )
I walk over to the drink table, pushing people out of my way, and grab one of the empty plastic cups, the inside of the cup was wet, someone must have already drank out of it, i get the end of my shirt and dry the inside of the cup transferring what's left of someone's drink to soak the fabric of my shirt, and make my stomach colder then it was a second ago. I look around for a chair, or at least something i can sit on. Nothing... I walk over to the nearest corner of a wall and sit cross legged, realising i forgot to fill my ( someone else's ) cup. I sigh for a good miniut or two and get back up, frowning.
I fill my cup with water, or what look's the closest to water, and chug it. The water gose down the wrong way and i start choking, no one seems to care... I start feeling dizzy, or i think I do, everything seems quieter, fuzzy, like I'm in a dream. All my problems seem to go away, and i feel at ease.
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I wake, opening my eye lids slowly, my head feels like a truck's hit it... "Ugh..." i groan.
I sit up and look around, there are people unconscious on the ground, food all over the walls, trash on every table and a bunch of furniture that was once in one piece. Then I look at my arm. Green sleeves... Greens sleeves attached to a jacket... What am i, dumb? Of course sleeves would be attached to something... But, i defiantly wasn't wearing this jacket before.
-End of chapter one.
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Thanks for reading! I know there are a lot of mistakes and it dosn't make any sense, so if you actually read this then thank you a bunch!! I've only wrote a story once and that didn't go very well.... aha.... i made this story up on the spot by the way ( that's why it makes no sense ) >:D ahaha.....
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