Amid the sea of smiling faces were malleable minds that bent to the tides of society. Young hearts prepared to be captivated by the beauty of life and love; hastily rejecting growth and striving to attain immediate maturity. I placed the drink down on the mahogany table, faced the crowd and observed the dancing, flirting and laughter. Something made me recall the events of the day before, fighting for a voice, the struggle for acceptance, started to fill my mind. It was the volume.
I closed the door behind me to minimize the sounds of the glaring speakers. Looking down at my feet, I could see the swollen stains left by a woman’s utmost painful accessory. A car was in the distance, tinted windows, there would be silence. Every step towards my destination, my feet pulsed with aching pain. I opened the door and positioned myself on the seat. I was surrounded by a strong perfume that attempted to mask the concentrated new car odor. Another person was sitting on my right but I didn’t seem to mind. Seated next to an unexpected friend, pouring my soul out to a stranger.
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