Saturday night I stood fretting at the mirror another night on the town I had planned Go dancing with the girls and meet some fine men I must have tried at least thirty different outfits before I chose my final one that still left me in quite a doubt I chose a short black skirt and strappy sandles with a tight red halter top and sparkly earrings Glittered my eyes and question myself why do I go through this every weekend I never meet anyone with possiblities and I spend the night fretting over the way I look Kayla and Court and Jada pull up in the car yell for me to come on we are going to be the last one’s there the club scene only starts when we make our entrance I yell later to my dad and run out the door sit in the back seat and listen to the shouts of their excitement. flashy lights and hot geeky guys with their corny lines trying to flatter you and get you home drunk guys rubbing up against you trying to get some groping you every chance they get bitches starting shit because their men are looking at you Court comments on my very large dangly earrings and I smile and push the dread out of my mind and pretend to have fun the rest of the night
Reason for writing:
the club scene..I would go to the club with my friends every saturday it was the same old thing
Birth sign: Aries
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