DANIKA
Music booms in the club, the flashy lights making my head spin. I had been unsettled about coming here tonight. But Cora had convinced me to come. It was my only friend's birthday after all. I've never been to a club before; therefore, everything feels...too much.
Cora hurries over to our booth with colored drinks that may contain alcohol. I've only ever tasted alcohol once. And it was a tiny sip during the orientation party. Maybe this is what I need after days of intense pressure.
"Alright, girls! Our drinks are here!" She pipes.
"Here's yours, bestie," Cora tells me, handing me a layered colored drink. "Tequila sunrise for you."
She winks at me, and I beam, even though I have no idea what that means.
I lift my glass uncertainly but take a sip when everyone else does. The sw
