One week. That was it. In exactly five days I would be in a different city, different state, eight hours from home. I had made a decision; I had signed papers and contracts, and had registered for classes, yet my parents were still trying to come up with excuses why I should go to a school that was close to home. “Que locos,” I thought, “Can’t they see there is no turning back now?” I could not wait. I was ready to get out of that hole I had called a home for the past eight years. There was nothing for me there except my family. I needed to leave, and do something with my life. “If I don’t leave now, I’m never getting out of here!” was all I could think. I needed to leave and do something for myself, “do me,” as I like to call it. I was going
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It was the first party I had been invited to since I left home. The party was on the other side of Columbia, in the Brookside apartments. My friend Miranda drove us to the party, but she decided she was not going to stay. When we got off the car and began approaching the apartment, I could feel the bass of the music before I had reached the door. As soon as the door opened, there were people being pushed out the door. They were not being kicked out, but there so many people inside we had to push out way through the door. I felt like a sardine being packed in a can, and much to my despair the lights were turned off as well, there were only club flashing lights. The party was in honor of a girl who had just turned 21, so obviously there was alcohol, however, it was not the only thing that was abundant in the room. There was so much marijuana smoke that I could hardly see who was in the room. The room was filled with smoke so thick it resembled a foggy fall morning with visibility of 1 mile. Every other person in the room had a blunt in their hand, and the ones who did not have one were waiting for the person next to them to pass …show more content…
It was almost impossible, but I needed something to drink. By the time I reached the table with drinks, there were none. “Great!” I thought, “What kind of party runs out of drinks?” I was disappointed to say the least but I was already here and my ride had left, so I decided to make the most of the situation. Music was blaring, and the DJ was doing a descent job. I decided to dance, or at least attempted to, I am not the type of person that likes to grind, and in a party with very limited space that was all anyone could do, so I gave up.
I found my friends, but it was more like I rescued them. There was a guy who kept asking for Gloria’s name and number and would not let her walk away, so I grabbed her by the hand and somehow managed to pull her out of his reach. We were just about to leave the party, when a girl in front of me almost burned a girl next to her when she was trying to pass a weed blunt. “Excuse me! Watch where you’re going!” she said, “I almost burned you!” The girl then spun around, and I could see her pissed off face through the smoke, and said “What the hell did you say?” It was go time, I needed to get out of there
It was the first party I had been invited to since I left home. The party was on the other side of Columbia, in the Brookside apartments. My friend Miranda drove us to the party, but she decided she was not going to stay. When we got off the car and began approaching the apartment, I could feel the bass of the music before I had reached the door. As soon as the door opened, there were people being pushed out the door. They were not being kicked out, but there so many people inside we had to push out way through the door. I felt like a sardine being packed in a can, and much to my despair the lights were turned off as well, there were only club flashing lights. The party was in honor of a girl who had just turned 21, so obviously there was alcohol, however, it was not the only thing that was abundant in the room. There was so much marijuana smoke that I could hardly see who was in the room. The room was filled with smoke so thick it resembled a foggy fall morning with visibility of 1 mile. Every other person in the room had a blunt in their hand, and the ones who did not have one were waiting for the person next to them to pass …show more content…
It was almost impossible, but I needed something to drink. By the time I reached the table with drinks, there were none. “Great!” I thought, “What kind of party runs out of drinks?” I was disappointed to say the least but I was already here and my ride had left, so I decided to make the most of the situation. Music was blaring, and the DJ was doing a descent job. I decided to dance, or at least attempted to, I am not the type of person that likes to grind, and in a party with very limited space that was all anyone could do, so I gave up.
I found my friends, but it was more like I rescued them. There was a guy who kept asking for Gloria’s name and number and would not let her walk away, so I grabbed her by the hand and somehow managed to pull her out of his reach. We were just about to leave the party, when a girl in front of me almost burned a girl next to her when she was trying to pass a weed blunt. “Excuse me! Watch where you’re going!” she said, “I almost burned you!” The girl then spun around, and I could see her pissed off face through the smoke, and said “What the hell did you say?” It was go time, I needed to get out of there