Abigail Yuan

Abigail didn't often come to these sorts of parties. It was usually because she wasn't invited, but this kind of thing wasn't really her scene to begin with, so she didn't really mind much. But this particular party was being thrown by the kids of some friends of her parents, and so her folks had encouraged her to go... And if it shut them up for a little while with the whole 'all you do is stay locked up in your room with your computer' thing, then she could go sit in a corner and nurse a 7up for a couple of hours.

What she hadn't expected was that this wasn't one of those parties where the parents were upstairs and everyone was relatively chilled out - Oh, no. This was one of those parties, the kind where the parents were deliberately gone for the evening (what kind of people did her parents hang out with?). The alcohol was flowing, the makeouts were public and not at all PG, and Abigail was feeling like she wished she'd stayed at home and played a rousing game of... Anything but dodging drunk classmates.

Abigail clutched her 7up close to her chest as she made her way towards a chair in the corner. Just a little bit longer, then she could leave and satisfy her parents' social expectations of her for another couple of months. She slipped between people dancing and talking here and there, but stepped a little bit too far to the left and bumped into someone -

"Oh, sorry."