Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Am I back in the cleaning closet? Has these past couple of days been a figment of my imagination? What is that noise?
I hear screams of joy, a very loud base, and lots of people laughing and talking. The booming of the base thumps on opposite beats of my pounding head. Ouch! I feel like I was hit by a bulldozer. Everything from my head to my toes is in agony.
"Mmm, my head!"
"Hey, you're a wake?"
I open my eyes and see a very disheveled Zane, sitting on the edge of my seat, trying to make eye contact. "Hey, what happened? Argh! I feel like I got hit by a truck".
"You passed out and fainted right on the dance floor. You were fine, then you just collapsed." Zane squats down to my level.
"Dance floor? Right. I was dancing with Brendon. He was so angry". Rememb
