Elly

Enjoy this short story by Mace Styx.

As expected, Elly had her head and eyes pointed down at the party. She remained seated on the couch, keeping to her shy self, and refused to mingle with the other students no matter how Hazel tried to push. In Hazel’s mind, her friend had to build some confidence when interacting with others whether she wanted to or not. Hazel kept on handing her cups of punch which she kept on drinking since she had nothing else to do. After just a few cups, the alcohol kicked in, & Elly began to finally loosen up a bit. She finally lifted her head and looked up at the people around her. Both of them began to walk around the house and Elly began to attempt to socialize with the others. Hazel kept on interjecting with other groups, while Elly was behind her awkwardly saying ‘hi’ and ‘hello’ with a goofy smile plastered on her face. Some of the drunk students were actually happy since they never saw Elly behave in such a way before. She seemed to be coming out of her shell.

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Hljóðbók: 15 november 2022