by Jane Pixel
It starts with a party.
Or rather, it starts with what happens at the party. It's hardly the party's fault, is it? It was perfectly innocent. It was what happened at the party that was the problem.
But it wasn't my fault.
Well, it kind of was. No, it wasn't. Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself. Listen.
It was everything that happened after the party that I want to tell you about.