Nicky was sitting on one of the beach chairs near the pool wrapped up in her beach towel. It wasn’t necessarily cold, but the temperature seemed to be dropping as it got darker. She reached her hand into the bag of chex mix she had swiped from the snack stockpile on the bus and watched as some of her friends horsed around in the pool and others drank in the area near it. “If everyone makes it out of this party unharmed, physically and emotionally, I may actually die of shock,” she commented absent-mindedly to the person sitting near her.












