3. Loss and Gain
I have no friends. They left me, as I knew they would. They always do.
I sigh and sit down at the barstool. Even though I am only seventeen, I look like I am 21, but I have the maturity of a two year old. They let me in as long as I pay and don't tell their manager.
"What would you like, young woman?" The bartender asks. He looks new, so I'm automatically careful. Ordering my drink, I pay with cash.
Deciding to do karaoke, I walked over to the DJ, passing the stage. When I saw who was on it, my whole body froze. They finished the song and walked to a table.
I was right. It was them.