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We sat in a room. A bedroom, a messy one. One with a mixture of clothes, garbage and drugs scattered everywhere. There was random writing on the walls, like grafitti, and the paint was chipping. We sat mostly in silence, we knew what was going to happen that night. When he arrived we got into the van and he introduced us to his stash. We got to the highschool commons. It was a giant building with tall ceilings, giant pillars, and big glass windows, and it had no supervision inside. Before going inside we smoked some hash outside. There had to be at least 400 people there. The room had flashing lights, loud music, and teenage wreckage everywhere. The people were forming a kind of mosh; their arms flinging and they screamed to see if they could out-roar the music. The effect was deafening. Nearly all the stash-ridden tables were smashed to the floor, so we hurried to the only stnading one left. He dumped his stash on the table. The lights plus the music plus the emotion made you want to dig into the stash and join the mosh. That's what we did, but we didn't join the mosh right away. We sat around the table and watched the masacre, finding it overly amusing. We laughed at mearly everything as the acid took it's effect. I finally got up to mosh. Everything wanted your body in, and it had already stolen your voice, for you couldn't hear yourself scream. Before I could get my feet off the ground, I couldn't help but notice that there were people making out everywhere, as they moshed. I laughed at them, but was jelous. I started kissing someone, unsure of whether or not it was a guy or girl. We stripped off our clothes until we were nearly naked, but then he/she backed away. They rejoined the mosh. I stood still, and the mosh parted before me leading me to the glass wall. I walked, barefoot, to where it stood surprisingly clean. I took the object in my hand and smashed the gleaming wall, screaming with the music. The crowd cheered and roared until my ears were ringing and I was nearly deaf. I moshed into the middle of the mosh and everyone jumped to my rhythm. I felt hundreds of eyes watching me, so I closed my eyes and let my body go. He/she found me again, and kissed me again, and the masacre disappeared. Eventually so did whoever I was kissing.

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We sat in a room. A bedroom, a messy one. One with a mixture of clothes, garbage and drugs scattered everywhere. There was random writing on the walls, like grafitti, and the paint was chipping. We sat mostly in silence, we knew what was going to happen that night. When he arrived we got into the van and he introduced us to his stash. We got to the highschool commons. It was a giant building with tall ceilings, giant pillars, and big glass windows, and it had no supervision inside. Before going inside we smoked some hash outside. There had to be at least 400 people there. The room had flashing lights, loud music, and teenage wreckage everywhere. The people were forming a kind of mosh; their arms flinging and they screamed to see if they could out-roar the music. The effect was deafening. Nearly all the stash-ridden tables were smashed to the floor, so we hurried to the only stnading one left. He dumped his stash on the table. The lights plus the music plus the emotion made you want to dig into the stash and join the mosh. That's what we did, but we didn't join the mosh right away. We sat around the table and watched the masacre, finding it overly amusing. We laughed at mearly everything as the acid took it's effect. I finally got up to mosh. Everything wanted your body in, and it had already stolen your voice, for you couldn't hear yourself scream. Before I could get my feet off the ground, I couldn't help but notice that there were people making out everywhere, as they moshed. I laughed at them, but was jelous. I started kissing someone, unsure of whether or not it was a guy or girl. We stripped off our clothes until we were nearly naked, but then he/she backed away. They rejoined the mosh. I stood still, and the mosh parted before me leading me to the glass wall. I walked, barefoot, to where it stood surprisingly clean. I took the object in my hand and smashed the gleaming wall, screaming with the music. The crowd cheered and roared until my ears were ringing and I was nearly deaf. I moshed into the middle of the mosh and everyone jumped to my rhythm. I felt hundreds of eyes watching me, so I closed my eyes and let my body go. He/she found me again, and kissed me again, and the masacre disappeared. Eventually so did whoever I was kissing.