Copyright 2012 Celia Stander
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For J, C & R: You are my Akasha.
Keira’s feet ached in the high heels she’d bought to go with her little black number. “Not so clever to go clubbing in new shoes,” she grumbled to no one in particular.
She’d been trying to leave the club for the past hour, but Sammy and Alison had ignored her lagging energy and kept pulling her back onto the dance floor. A grin tugged at her mouth. Her friends had some animated moves. Sammy, especially, had no lack of confidence in the dancing department.
It was as if the knowledge that they were done with school, forever, had caused their brains to leave the building for a while. It had been two weeks of non-stop fun and partying since school’s end. Tomorrow that would all come to an end, though. Sammy and Alison were booked on flights to join their parents overseas for the summer holiday, and Keira would stay with hers in London.