Chappie 22
I'm wearing a pink dress. Soft petal pink. It's a good dress, probably the best in the hotel's dance room. Jessie J is singing that song I love 'nobody's perfect' and people are dancing on the hotel dance floor. Either side of the dance floor are bars where people crowd around getting drinks. I sit on a small table on the edges. I love the song, the words speak to me on a deep level, but I don't want to dance. I have huge blisters on my feet from last nights dance off and I don't want to double them. I'm drinking a fizzy water but not because I like it, because I want to seem grown up. I'm eighteen now, a young adult. Yesterday I was a child according to the law but today I am an adult. I search in the crowds for Clay biting my lip. Where the hell is he? OK so he only left like three minut
- Writer
