Where Things Go
Zane Worrall
As she swirled the alcohol contents in her red cup, she watchedthe party goers pass her by. The sweaty air lingered and kissed herskin as the loud music snuck through her veins. She watched thedrunken dancing, gaudy laughter, and lustful conversations in lurkingdisinterest. It hadn't taken long for the boredom to settle in - 15minutes to be exact.