FallingForFiction

        "But Father-" Gwendolyn persisted. She'd had plans to meet with Michael later on this evening, but her Father had noticed her as she tried to slip silently out of the house. Her large dress hadn't done much to help her be inconspicuous.        "No buts, Gwendolyn," her father interrupted. "You are not to go out and see that boy. A young lady should act more reverent. You are to be wed, may I remind you."        She didn't need reminding. It was all she thought about, even as she tried desperately to enjoy her stolen time with Michael. Only a few more months and a ring would be on her finger,

2011 was an exceptional year where you took buses downtown to crash parties you weren't invited to and met random strangers who wanted more than you were willing to give, your bittersweet pleasure in being wanted but denying them anyway, and the smell, the smell of smoke wafting in from the open backyard door and the smell, the smell of alcohol on everyone's underage breath - O, those boys who waddled around with their pants low, and those girls who played with their hair and typed away on their phones in class talking about how obnoxious you are for answering all the questions, them in their leggings and Canada Goos