Almost an hour had flown by.

I was standing to the side of the kitchen.

The loud cheers

and smell of cigarettes

hung heavy in the air.

The bitter smell had my head pounding,

and it didn't help that Virginia continued to evade my thoughts.

It was at that moment in time

that guilt ate me up.

Pushing myself off the wall,

I left the kitchen and started searching for her.

She was intoxicated,

and in all my selfishness,

I had left her alone.

I could hear the the groans of teenagers in love and lust

and I could hear the sickness of teenagers intoxicated.

She wasn't where I had left her,

nor was she wandering throughout the hallways.

Discarding the staircase to my side,

I walked to the front of the house,

hoping to spot her on the dance floor.

It was cramped in here.

Sweaty bodies were all over each other

and liquid substances stained the floors and furniture.

I turned my head to the side,

trying to look over everyone's heads.

But that was a lost cause,

so instead,

I stepped into the crowd of horny teens

and pushed my way through them.

Every now and then

I felt a hand wonder down my body.

Glancing up at their sloppy smirks

only caused me to become queasy.

I continued forth,

quickening my pace,

before tripping over someone's leg.

Stumbling forward,

I used the people around me to steady myself.

And as I looked up,

I finally saw Virginia.

~Sarah