AN: New story. Hope you enjoy.

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Chapter 1

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Once, I had this quote. “If you follow directions, whether from a manual or your parents, your life will lead to happiness.”

I had learned it from a book I had to read in fourth grade. When I first found it, I thought, “Really? Oh wow, I am always going to follow that. Then my life will lead to happiness!”

From that day on, I always followed that quote, always following my parents’ and my teachers’ orders. So I was always known as a goody-goody.

I thought I would always follow that quote, but that thought flew out the window on the day of my eighteenth birthday.

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I fiercely shook my head no at the thought of going to that…that rave.

“Oh come on! It’s your eighteenth birthday today! Have some fun in your life! You always follow your parents orders, you are always so stiff!” Aya, my best friend, begged. I had always thought that she was a good girl also; instead of this party girl I am hearing.

“I can’t! It absolutely ridiculous! It will do nothing for my career, nor my schoolwork!”

“Forget schoolwork and your career! It’s only one day! How bad can it be? Besides, with your grades, you will probably get into Harvard! Or Oxford!”

“But what if I go there and get caught by the police or something? My parents will be devastated if they found out I went to that…thing!”

“Yeah right. It’s not like we are going to invite them or anything! Besides, how can they find one rave out of a hundred that’s going to be on at the same night?”

“But what if-!”

“Could you stop with the what ifs? Nothing bad will happen to you, will not get raped, or get cornered by an unknown man who is trying to rape you, got it?”

“What about getting drunk?” I said cautiously.

Aya just ignored that question. “So, will you come?”

“But what about our parents? What are we going to tell them?” I said desperately. I knew that Aya would have figured that out, she was a smart girl.

“My parents are out of town. You can tell your parents that you are staying over at my house. In case they call, we can automatically transport their calls to my cell phone so we can answer it.” Very organized, isn’t she?

“But-!” I sighed. I was losing and I knew it. It was quite a surprise, since I was on the debate team at school. “Oh, all right. But on one condition.”

“What is it?”

“You have to stay by my side the whole time.”

Aya had a dry look on her face. “So you want to be at my side even when Ichiro and I are making out?”

“Uh…only when you don’t do that. And other things.”

Smiling sheepishly, she said, “Deal.” She held out a hand.

I shook it. “Okay, then I’ll go.”

Just then, Aya looked like she won the lottery. Of course, then I just had to go and ruin it.

“Uh…Aya?”

“Yeah?” She asked, slightly surprised at finally convincing me to go.

“What is a rave?” I had a curious look on my face, for I really didn’t know.

The smile dropped off her face and she looked at me with a deadpan expression.

“Are you serious?”

I nodded my head, truly earnest. Aya promptly sweatdropped.

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After the careful description of what a rave is, and a lecture from Aya of how I should know these things at this age, we parted to our separate ways, intending on meeting at her house.

I had gone home and asked if could go. They hesitantly agreed, complaining that I was going to a sleepover on my birthday instead of spending it with them.

I just smiled guiltily and went to pack my stuff.

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I knocked on the door to Aya’s house, wearing a forest green skirt that went my knees and white button up shirt. My dark brown hair was put in a half ponytail and I wore one-inch heels.

Aya opened the door to reveal her wearing a leather mini-skirt that reached mid thigh and a bright red tank top. Her auburn hair was let loose in waves and she wore three inch red stilettos. Her make up was half done. She promptly raised an eyebrow at my choice of clothes.

“There is no way in hell you are going to wear that.” She grabbed my wrist and dragged me in.

“But I didn’t bring anything else!”

“You can borrow some of mine.” With that she dragged me to her room to fix me up…and to my most certain doom.

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By the time Aya was done with me, modesty had just died and gone to heaven.

The only thing I had to say was… “I look like a slut.”

Indeed I did. I had on a blue jean skirt that went just above mid thigh and a white tank top that had a low neckline. My hair was put in loose curls and I had three inch white stilettos. I had baby blue eye shadow and cream-colored lip-gloss on.

“Don’t be silly. Other girls will wear less. Seriously. And did you just curse?” She started finishing her makeup.

“But this is so different than the real me!” I suddenly had the unfamiliar urge to pout.

“That’s why it looks so good on you! You should wear it like that more often.”

“Are you kidding me? I look like a slut!”

“Everybody will know that you are not. The people there will be teens from our school, with a few exceptions. Or a lot, I don’t know.”

“E-everybody from our school?” I stood there with my mouth agape, watching Aya close the lid of her lipstick.

“Maybe.” She stood up and stretched. She turned around. “Let’s go.”