Vivian's Point of View

Senior night. Is there anything worse? I mean maybe it would’ve been good if I had been a senior but no. There I was a sophomore standing around not knowing what to do. I don’t even know any of the seniors so it’s not like I could talk to anyone. They were all busy reminiscing and talking about graduation. I was only there because I had to write an article about it for the school newspaper.

I saw this one girl. She looked as if she could hardly stand. Drunken girl at senior night that’s the kind of thing you edit out for the school can’t let the teachers know the students are just like them. Anyway this drunk girl was leaning on this boy and girl. When the boy turned around he looked worried probably because you know there’s a drunk girl. So they put her down on a couch and started walking toward me. Well not really toward me probably toward the exit because I was standing right next to it.

 While they were walking toward the exit I caught a glimpse of the girl. She was gorgeous. She had big brown eyes and a beautiful smile. They were almost at the exit and then they stopped in front of me.

“Hey” The girl said and my world came crashing down. Just one word and I couldn’t speak because she was looking at me because she was talking to me. To me. So I stood there for what seemed like forever not being able to speak or move or do anything at all.

“This would be the part where you say hi.”

“Hi” I said because what else could I do other than submit to what that voice told me to do.

“I’m Aster and this is my friend Breck.”

“I’m Vivian. Are you guys seniors.”

“No. I was just making sure my friend was okay.” Aster said as she motioned to the girl who was passed out on the couch.

“Yeah her ‘friend’ partied a little too hard before senior night started.” Breck said. Something about the way he said friend made me think there was something more going on there.

“Right anyway Breck and I were just about to go grab something to eat. Do you want to come?” Aster asked me.