5 240 Volvo

In all honesty...I was scared shitless at the thought of attending a high school party. Parties are stressful enough, add a high school element you practically have a shit fest. I do sincerely apologize for the bad language but I'm hyperventilating as of right now. I was at a stage of over arousal and just reached anxiety. I was sweating vigorously, and was really contemplating getting a new shirt, however time, like everything, was against me. Man...I didn't even have a chance to look up Youtube videos on how to interact at a party. Suddenly i heard a knock on the door, followed by my mother calling out "It's for you Walter!"

At the door was Madison. I wondered if i should have being at her door instead because its a 'gentlemen's code'. Then again I was technically the damsel in distress. Madison looked pretty average which reassured me. She wore a tank top, an vintage adidas windbreaker, black jeans as well as a pair of white Chuck Taylors. I complimented her attire, as should a gentlemen, however, she did not compliment me back but she smiled and said thank you. We headed to her car soon after where we were driven by her father. Her father had a stern appearance. Actually it was very stereotypical. Like the stereotypical touch my daughter your died faces. Moustache...check. Bushy eyebrows...check. He was a dad's dad and was frightening as hell. Complete opposite to his daughter. Needless to say the vehicle was died silent during the 10 minute drive to Cassius residence.

As a sat in the silence of Madisons dads 240 Volvo, I felt at ease. I must state that I do not dislike silence...I find it comforting. Just like a walk it can clear your mind of thoughtless thoughts. The silence helps stir memories, a reminder of the good times and the bad. When your happy, the silence can take you on journeys to even happier times. When sad, it proved to be a sense of introspection, questioning oneself of the futility of their actions. For me personally, I loved the silence because it was when i felt the most alone. Away from everyone, everything. The feeling of nothingness. The only time i did not think of my disability. The only time I felt secure.

We arrived at Cassius house. It was massive. A mansion. The darkness made it had to evaluate the number of rooms and windows from the outside, but that took nothing away from its spectacular nature. The house was in a vintage style yet it seemed regal. Beautiful on the outside. A place one could dream of. Perfect, with no imperfections.

"Bye bye Papa" said Madison to her father

"Have a good time, Maddie" he replied

"I will" she said happily. I always wondered how she kept such positivity. In a sense, she resembled the mansion. Perfect, with no imperfections.

"Aight"

"Thank you for the lift Mr.Johnson" I thanked Madisons father for the ride

"No problemo kiddo" he responded

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I must state high school parties are nothing like the seem in the movies. For starters nobody is open to meet new people, instead people resign to their own corners. People grip their drinks and have conversations in circles with people they have built friendships with. It is quite difficult to penetrate this circles. Not even 50 hours of Youtube videos on social interactions could teach you how to get through them. Apart from the circles, there is an abundance of alcohol. Then again the party had just begun. Only time could tell what would happen.