Anything but Average (Short Story)
The stale air made me feel claustrophobic and on edge. The rainbow rave lights were aligned in just the right position so that the bright orange one would keep blinding me, from my spot by the wall. I wasn't really sure where my friend was, but it would be nice if she wouldn't keep disappearing on me. It was really about time we got back.
I recognized a couple of boys from class leaning forward on the short, hotel couches, chattering extravagantly among themselves. One of them, with a pretty crappy fade, glasses, and a slight lisp, noticed me staring in their general direction and stared back. Usually I wouldn't break eye contact, but I was really not in the mood for confrontation.
Thankfully, I didn't have to shove my way past people to get near the parking lot because the floor was already starting to clear (of people, not red solo cups). It was about three o'clock in the morning, which was not that late for a party, but the host had already run out of edibles.
As soon as I stepped o