Sophie Huntsberger

I drag myself heavily through the crowded club once more, everything moving and tipping like I’m at sea, disorientated and foggy, although I’m less drunk than I was. My phone is still glued to my ear, even though I seem to have lost Arrick and hear nothing but silence. Pulling my cell down to look at the blank screen, I realize my battery has died, and I sigh in complete deflation. Fed up with how my life is turning out lately, nothing seems to go right ...