Nine- thirty P.M.
Circe’s cousin pulls up in a jet black hummer, and gosh, I have never seen such a beautiful car. Out steps a familiar face.
“Shut UP!” Blake yells repeated smacking me. I turn around and so does everyone else. “Oh my god it-” Claire begins,
“Crank That Frank!” Ana yells.
“Circe why have you never told us this important information!” Claire yells at him. “Well, you never asked.” He says laughing.
“Well, are you guys coming or not?” He asks opening the door for us. “Heck-to-the-yeah!” Blake says climbing to the back seat. Claire climbs in after her, followed by Ana. I stand there. For some reason, my feet won’t move. A feel of despair and terror overwhelms me. Something’s not right, something is going to happen….but what? I think to myself. I get these feels and something usually does go wrong, the last time it was my cat dying and the time before that it was my father dying, I remain standing there. …show more content…
You're wasting moonlight!” She says laughing. “Something doesn’t feel right, I don’t think we should go. Let’s head back.” I say.
“ Em, you are being stupid and paranoid. You can’t ruin the night for all of us!” She says, “You can either join us or we are leaving you.” she adds on. I stand there and I finally decide to get in, I can’t let my friends down. Little did I know, I should have listened.
For the first forty-five minutes, we drive around LA arguing about where we should go. Blake wants to go to a fashion-a-thon, Claire want to try sneaking into a couple of clubs with fake ID’s, Circe does not really seem to give a chiz, Ana wants to sneak and get thrown out of as many clubs as she can and I think we should just walk around or see a movie of