I’m in a house. There are a lot of rooms, maybe like four or five, they are big though. It’s not that dark outside, even though it is pretty late. The sky is somewhat orange, somewhat black. The smell of pot is in the air. There is a feeling of teenage grim in the air. You can hear all of the voices, screams, and all other types of teenage noise.
In the first room, the kitchen, there are 6 boys. They are using an e-cigarette and gossiping about a young Chinese man who is suffering from lung cancer. Apparently this Chinese man smokes tobacco for a living. There is a pile of crumbled up dollars on the middle of the kitchen counter, it is probably for a 30. The room is hazy. It smells like a candy shop, goodbye room.
The second room, is really just a room with a big round circular table in it. The table takes up the whole room. There are at least 10 chairs. The table is a mess, there is so many red solo cups, plastic shopping bags, paper plates, napkins, oh, and a bottle of Bacardi. It’s empty and knocked over.
Ping pong is the center of attention of the third room. There is a big pig pong table that is cluttered with several dozen crushed beer cans, specifically Budwieser and Bud Light. Groups of teenagers take up the remaining space in the room. The lights are on, the room is brightly lit. I wish the lights were dim.
The last room is empty. There are so many chairs! All of them are folding chairs, half of them have been pushed over. Both of the TVs are turned off, but the gamecube is on. This room is really weird.
Now I’m in the bathroom. The door is locked and the lights aren’t turned on. I’m alone. I can’t stop thinking about her. My body aches. Everywhere. What is wrong with me?