she’s pacing on the outskirts of a party , around the edge of a fountain just outside in the courtyard . one drink down , two drinks in , and her eyes are peering down to her feet . she’s scared , and nobody seems to be talking about what’s going on . “you know what they say ---- right?” arms outstretch , as if to keep her balance , and she shakes her head . “ if you can’t beat ‘em join them. ” here’s hoping that everything will go back to normal tomorrow . that there’s a reason her parents aren’t answering the phone, a reason she could believe. “it’s just another party ri---” her footing stumbles , and she catches herself on their shoulder just before , nearly twisting her ankle , and instead , breaking the heel of her designers . “ now it’s really the end of the world.” a pout , and she slumps down on the fountain . “what are you doing out here anyways?” shouldn’t they be living it up ----- like they were all going to die tomorrow?












