It was strange to see her house looking the way it did. She'd never admired it from afar before. The bouncer with the guest list stood by the door. She always talked to him before heading inside never to be seen again till morning. A string of colourful lights were hung out. Kids from different schools walking up to the trusty bouncer to see who was who and decide which of the kids before him would be his unlucky victim. Tom held her hand and stuffed their hands in his pocket. She was sure he could feel how cold her hands were, and the knots were still there. Music was playing inside. From where they stood they could hear it. They could also hear people talking excitedly around them. Tate and the others in front of them were no different. Those without invites wondering out loud if they'd
