8th grade dinner dance, bad times, winter
i'm walking through the hallways of glen ridge high school. all the lights are out and i can see there is music and lights coming from the cafeteria. the similar blue glow that just screams 8th grade dinner dance. i caught a glimpse of myself in a trophy case window. i was all gothed out, my combat boots before i started tagging in them so they were still black, hole filled fishnets, short black skirt, black eye liner, and my hair was down to my butt. i was at the 8th grade dinner dance. i started to freak out a little thinking that i may have slipped into some time warp that i'll never be able to get out of and i was 6 years away from what i knew as present. i started to run to the cafeteria to find jacob, the room was set up with small round tables with glittery center pieces, all the chairs had "its a boy" balloons attached to them. all the girls were running back and forth to the bathroom to fix there makeup and chug the vodka they stashed in there purse, and the boys were mostly crowded around my friend danny cause he was showing them how to make a taser with the throw away cameras they gave us at the door. i found jake, he wanted to sneak away and do lines off the vice principals desk. (a favorite past time of ours, the only reason we went to dances) i realized that i was stuck in 8th grade. that in about 2 hours me and jake will get in trouble for smoking cigarettes out side the school, and not for doing blow off the desk, and get kicked out of the dance where we then proceeded to get waisted and stubble around glen ridge. i panicked. i ran out of the dance and down the front slope of the school. it was winter. which was weird cause the dance is held in spring, i realized i was dreaming. then that my phone was ringing.