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Thursday darkWhen I first started college, fall two thousand two, I was non really much of a partier. I would stay in most(prenominal) nights, talking to friends online, or visiting someone I knew on campus. all(a) of this changed though, one Thursday during my second semester. I was in my last bod for the day, chemistry laboratory. My friend Laura, who was also in the class had been trying to convince me to go to a fellowship with her all semester. I, all semester, had been making excuses to not go. This day though, she finally convinced me by exclaiming, "But SueEllen, its the last party of the semester" I succumbed to her persuasiveness and went back to my dorm to prepare.My room-mate, Melissa, was bubbling with excitement when I told her the plans for the night. So we both started getting ready. I changed into the only pair of flares I owned, and a pink tank top. I had Melissa iron my hairs-breadth for me, so I could wear it tidy sum, which is something that I do nt usually do. The phone rang, and it was Laura. She was right(prenominal) waiting for us, it was time to go.We arrived at the hosts apartment, and the feeling that you get when you go down a steep descent in a roller coaster chop-chop disappeared when we were introduced to everyone there. It was a very pleasant atmosphere, partly because the people were friendly, and partly because virtually everyone was slightly, if not entirely intoxicated.At some point during the night, a ruction arose as someone walked through the door into the living room. I looked up, and everyone was yelling, "Rivers". I had seen the kid around campus before, longish black hair worn on a lower floor a baseball hat, blue eyes, and a lip ring. He was cute, but whenever I had seen him, he seemed kind of withdrawn and had an angry look on his face. Everyone settled back down a moment later, and commenced socializing and drinking.A couple of hours later, I was pretty inebriated, and there werent t hat many people odd at the party. Everyone had gone home to get some sleep. I was fairly tired myself, and almost started to nod off while I was sit on the couch. I woke up a little though, and started a intercourse with the person sitting next to me.I dont remember exactly what we talked about, but Im sure it was the usual introductory conversation about what bands we listened to and what classes we were taking.