I manage to somewhat make out my surroundings. I can't seem to open my eyes just yet, so it's pitch black, but I can still hear some faint voices.
"It's all your f*****g fault!"
"She's the one who spilt the sprite!"
"Well, maybe if it weren't for you, your shirt wouldn't be drenched in sprite!"
I can make out Avery and Corey's voices, screaming at each other. It's my fault. I spilt the sprite.
I manage to slightly open my eyes, but instantly close them from the brightness of the lights around me. I open them slowly again, trying to adjust to the lighting.
"Erin?"
"Sis, are you okay?" I feel a light shake from Avery on my arm. Her long deathly acrylics rest on my arm, as she looks into my eyes, hers' full of concern.
I manage to open my eyes and look around to see Corey standing a
