Light as a Feather

Reflection Paper

Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board

Her neck crackled as it turned to face me like a bad exorcism movie. All I could see was the reflection of the fire burning in her black eyes. Her head thrusted forward slowly as if to tell me a secret. “Take his belt. Answer your phone.” Sarah whispered with a mournful stare. “I’m not playing this stupid game anymore.” I announced, backing away from the group. “Fuckin’ freaks. I’m out of here.” I mumbled as I stormed off into the dark. “What was I thinking hanging out with those mutants?” I thought to myself as I waited for Molly to return to her car to drive me home. Molly was my best friend throughout high school. We met in Art class back when she was a self-destructive, Alice Cooper look-alike. I have no idea why I have this aspiration to befriend solitary misfits. Maybe it is an instinctual desire to help others. She didn’t seem like she had any friends and I felt obligated to make her high school experience much more enjoyable. I dressed her up and took her to parties with cute boys and drinking. I figured everyone liked that kind of stuff. I started to realize after a while that she really preferred to hang out with a small group of people that looked like they belonged to the Trench Coat Mafia. I cringed at the thought. The first time she invited me to a party, I thought she was joking. I had invited her to dozens of parties and hangouts at this point, but she had never once asked me to be the tag-a-long. It was nearing Halloween, so I was a bit hesitant to welcome the idea of going to a party that smelled of hormonal geeks as opposed to an other one of my socially acceptable parties. I did not want to miss out on all of the good Halloween parties where girls dress up as provocatively as humanly possible and the guys bring beer and wait around to get laid by an other drunk Marilyn Monroe or Playboy Bunny. Finally, I agreed. I figured I would be out of there by midnight and still have...