Part Two:
The car smelled of incense, and Beck was playing on the radio as Emily opened her satchel and passed me a tab of acid. I started to put the paper in my mouth, and realized that Sarah and Emily had probably driven the entire hour and a half from school on the very same acid that I was about to take. I wondered if perhaps we should, I don't know, maybe WALK to the prom or catch a ride with someone else, something.
"What?" Emily yelled. I realized I must have been talking out loud. "Nothing." I sighed, sticking the acid under my tongue. I wasn't the one driving, after all. I f we were pulled over, maybe I could convince the arresting officer that I, a helpless minor, had been abducted and drugged by these two wicked college women. Suddenly, Sarah was climbing into the back seat with me. Wait a minute, I thought that she was the one driving! Oh well, maybe not. She and Emily must have switched places at some point. Sarah always was pretty open about letting other people use her things, drive her car, etc.
"Let me read your palm," she said, grabbing my right hand. "This girl on our floor's been showing me how to do this." Sarah proceeded to explain my heart, life, and love lines to me, all the while barking out directions to Emily and shoving me back as I tried to plant kisses all over her face and neck. After one of those dazed and confused spans of time in which either several hours or just a few minutes go by, we arrived at my senior prom.
It was being held in some hotel that had just been built. We exited the car and loaded up on breath mints and eye drops. I still felt pretty good. A little stoned perhaps, but nothing else had taken effect yet. Mr. N the English teacher (name changed), or - as he was more affectionately known to certain people in the student body - Dave (ditto) was at the door taking tickets. He agreed to let Emily in, even though we didn't have an extra prom ticket for her. We'll come back to Dave later. I took Sarah and Emily's coats to the coat check room, and figured that this evening probably wouldn't be so bad. A little dancing, a little making fun of the popular kids, a little mockery of the DJ, and the three of us would have a great night to tell our grandkids about. Little did I know...
To be continued...
The car smelled of incense, and Beck was playing on the radio as Emily opened her satchel and passed me a tab of acid. I started to put the paper in my mouth, and realized that Sarah and Emily had probably driven the entire hour and a half from school on the very same acid that I was about to take. I wondered if perhaps we should, I don't know, maybe WALK to the prom or catch a ride with someone else, something.
"What?" Emily yelled. I realized I must have been talking out loud. "Nothing." I sighed, sticking the acid under my tongue. I wasn't the one driving, after all. I f we were pulled over, maybe I could convince the arresting officer that I, a helpless minor, had been abducted and drugged by these two wicked college women. Suddenly, Sarah was climbing into the back seat with me. Wait a minute, I thought that she was the one driving! Oh well, maybe not. She and Emily must have switched places at some point. Sarah always was pretty open about letting other people use her things, drive her car, etc.
"Let me read your palm," she said, grabbing my right hand. "This girl on our floor's been showing me how to do this." Sarah proceeded to explain my heart, life, and love lines to me, all the while barking out directions to Emily and shoving me back as I tried to plant kisses all over her face and neck. After one of those dazed and confused spans of time in which either several hours or just a few minutes go by, we arrived at my senior prom.
It was being held in some hotel that had just been built. We exited the car and loaded up on breath mints and eye drops. I still felt pretty good. A little stoned perhaps, but nothing else had taken effect yet. Mr. N the English teacher (name changed), or - as he was more affectionately known to certain people in the student body - Dave (ditto) was at the door taking tickets. He agreed to let Emily in, even though we didn't have an extra prom ticket for her. We'll come back to Dave later. I took Sarah and Emily's coats to the coat check room, and figured that this evening probably wouldn't be so bad. A little dancing, a little making fun of the popular kids, a little mockery of the DJ, and the three of us would have a great night to tell our grandkids about. Little did I know...
To be continued...