Chapter6

#Chapter6

There's a bonfire on the high part of the beach tonight, and I make my way over. No, it isn't my usual scene but I told my parents and Aunt that I didn't want to go out to dinner with them, not expecting silence to eat me alive. Bonfires happen often, anyway. They aren't some drug-ridden party, but a small event everyone can attend. My Aunt told me about earlier today when I got off of work, and I just happened to remember.

There is a place on the beach where people have set up driftwood to act as benches and tables all surrounding the fire pit. A good amount of people are around it and are nearby in the sand. I sit in the very back and shove my hands in the pocket of my hoodie. There are a few families and couples, but many young kids. I seem to be a median in the age range, but those who are my age aren't near the fire, they're doing God knows what by the water.