Shade
Matt had never been to this type of party, where the music is like the big kid on the playground, jabbing your eyes and plugging your ears. Kids unconscious in corners and shooting up in the kitchen and thumping around together behind closed doors. It all suffocated him, like sinking into the ball pit when you’re too small to touch the bottom.
He burst out onto the porch. A throat cleared. A girl was sitting on the railing; thick smoke from the blunt in her mouth shaded her face. She smiled and offered it to him. “Smoke up, kid.”
He burst out onto the porch. A throat cleared. A girl was sitting on the railing; thick smoke from the blunt in her mouth shaded her face. She smiled and offered it to him. “Smoke up, kid.”