Jo
JoWe arrived at the Plaza, all made-up and slightly buzzing from the bottle of wine we’d had at Ellie’s place. There were people everywhere, both in front of the entrance of the building and inside. I wouldn’t be surprised if half the student body was here. Maybe almost all of it.
A guy with freckles slapped an entrance band around my wrist as we went inside, already bobbing up and down with the music. Right away, I could smell the party. Sweaty people, beer, and onions from the hamburger cart. The speakers were vibrating from the thumping music and the only way to get through the masses was by swaying along.
“Wow,” I screamed in Ellie’s direction. “It’s busy!”
All kinds of colourful lights flashed through the dark space, casting funny shadows over people’s faces. It created a kind
