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The Stranger

By Ultim@te, Sisters, OR

She finds her way through the strange house, exchanging glances with unfamiliar faces as she lets the noise of obscene music and the chanting of the word "chug"  by the many teenagers her age guide her to where they are. Plastering a fake smile on her made up face she greets her peers and takes note of their eyes. Each set telling the story of what they have intoxicated their bodies with. Having not yet decided if she wants to join in on the 'fun'  or not she sits in the corner watching the scenes unfold.

The girl hung her chubby arms around her mothers neck and her dark brown curly hair tickled her mothers face. "I promise mommy!" she had said with certainty, wishing to find approval. It did seem to make sense to her, the promise, that was.

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