There are about two hundred drunk, sweaty college students in my house right now. Music is blaring throughout the whole place and I can barely hear anything else. “CLAIRE!” I turn around and see Rachel running towards me with two red solo cups in her hand. “Take one.” she hands me one of the cups, filled to the rim. “Do you realize how many people are here? There are people here that I’ve never even talked to before, how did they all get in?” she continues, practically yelling in my ear. “Well you know Jay, all he cares about is his party reputation. He’s lucky that he can play football, if not he’d be kicked out of school in a heartbeat.” I roll my eyes. Jay is one of those guys who is just looking to get in trouble. He likes to be the
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“I don’t have a name, but I know yours. Hi Claire” he smiled at me. At the time it felt endearing, but now it’s leaning more towards creepy.
“Okay mister, why are you at my birthday party?” As a six year old my attention span was pretty small so I was getting very impatient with this mystery man.
“I have to tell you something very important, I am going to leave now, but I want you to remember that we will meet again someday. Someday long from now, in years! I don’t want you to be scared when we meet again. I just want you to remember this, It was a perfect lift-off.” he bent down next to me and placed his hands on my temples and with that I was back to playing by myself and clueless to what had just happened to me.
He puts his hands down and I don’t feel an ounce of fright in my body. All I feel is relaxed. He pulls me through the dark-lit hallway and up the dusty attic that hasn’t been visited in years.
“Where are we going?” I ask not because I’m scared but because I’m curious.
“Don’t worry about that Claire, just do what I tell you and nothing bad will happen.” I shrug my shoulders at his response and stay
“I don’t have a name, but I know yours. Hi Claire” he smiled at me. At the time it felt endearing, but now it’s leaning more towards creepy.
“Okay mister, why are you at my birthday party?” As a six year old my attention span was pretty small so I was getting very impatient with this mystery man.
“I have to tell you something very important, I am going to leave now, but I want you to remember that we will meet again someday. Someday long from now, in years! I don’t want you to be scared when we meet again. I just want you to remember this, It was a perfect lift-off.” he bent down next to me and placed his hands on my temples and with that I was back to playing by myself and clueless to what had just happened to me.
He puts his hands down and I don’t feel an ounce of fright in my body. All I feel is relaxed. He pulls me through the dark-lit hallway and up the dusty attic that hasn’t been visited in years.
“Where are we going?” I ask not because I’m scared but because I’m curious.
“Don’t worry about that Claire, just do what I tell you and nothing bad will happen.” I shrug my shoulders at his response and stay