It had been seven years since I stood in this spot. Parties weren't my thing. Frat parties really weren't my thing. To this day I was grateful that I went to that particular party though, because that's where I met Stacy.
As I walked through the doors, the smell of beer and sweat assaulted my nostrils.
"Don't be mad that she ditched you for a frat party, even though she knows you hate them. Don't get pissed that she's now wasted. Her sister's missing. Just be nice," I chanted to myself, as I forced my way through the crowd of underage drinkers. "Fuck this place is loud," I said, venting my frustration into the night.
