I walk into the welcome party with my friends, eager to start my senior year and get the hell out of here.

I don’t know why I’m at this party, celebrating a bunch of freshman who I will never see again after this year. My friends wanted our last year to be about memories. I would rather be anywhere else, but i’ll do it for them

Not even two minutes into the party, a drunk girl from my class throws herself on me and asks to dance. I try my best not to be rude as I push her off, and she walks away angrily

Where’s the bar in this joint, boys?