@emerson-forester
The dance was like every other high school dance she’d ever been to before. Too many students crowded in a room, fights with couples, people trying to sneak in alcohol and people already drunk during the event, couples going off to have sex, and terrible music choice. Even at her old high school, they’d been the same and she was tired of being at the event. After an hour and a half of being at the dance, Dot snuck out. She dialed her aunt’s number.
“Can you please come pick me up?” she asked, instead of saying hello. “No, -- but I...” Dot started. “Please? I’m not having fun and I want to go to bed.” The older woman responded. “Okay, fine. But I’m holding you to that. One more hour. That’s it. Then come get me.” She waited for the response. “Right. Got it.” Dot pulled the phone from her ear and sighed. What exactly could she do for an hour?
