"Oh my freaking gosh, how did you guys manage to get home after that night?" I asked Molly and Gayle referring to the party at Joanna Dee's house while we are heading outside of our dormitory.
It is a typical Monday morning where students feel the weakest and boredom flashed on everybody's face. The three of us are walking on our way to the cafeteria to grab some food for breakfast. Molly and Gayle seem to be out of energy today maybe because they slept so late last night.
Gayle massaged her temples using both of her hands on each side. "I don't want to talk about it Chley, merely thinking about it makes me dizzy and want to throw up. I do not know how we got home,"
"The next day after that, we found a lot of bruises all over our body," Molly interjected while pointing to numerous band aids stuck to various parts of her body.