Pentals Back In Time

Martina's POV

"I am Martina Lopez, at 18, I was a force to be reckoned with.A huge force,I was a pain in the neck.

You wanna know me?

Stubborn? Check. Careless? Double check. Wayward? Oh, you better believe it- Triple check.

My parents , trying to be the perfect parents any teenager in Santa Pack would ever ask for used to say I had a mind of my own.

But ,Nah

I preferred to call it independence. Sweet independence.

Rules were meant to be broken,not to be kept or stored in the fridge .

Yeah,you guessed right and nd I made sure to break as many as I could at any given opportunity.

Responsibilities felt like chains,traps,more like a prison and I was determined to break free.

To be as free as a bird .

That night, despite the warnings and threats of been grounded,I was ignited by rebellion and a thirst for adventure,I wasn't a caged bird,I needed to explore ,to have fun.

I found myself in the heart of party,the most awaited party the seniors at school had talked about.

It was a party against my parents' wishes but to me it was just another day in the life of Martina Lopez

But as the night wore on,the smell of beer ,sweat and cigarettes,the tensions began to boil beneath the surface.

A look, a word, a touch—small slights that remained stubbornly and grew until they could no longer be ignored.

It all began with a whispered insult,a mocking laughter in,It was a spark that dug out the glimmer of emotion that had been building all night.

And then, like when a match was thrown into gasoline, the fight erupted.

It started small, nothing really much or worth been watching.

At first a shove here, a punch there, but it quickly escalated into a full-blown brawl,like as if a book had been thrown in a wildfire .

Fists flew from different directions, curses filled the air as the party descended into chaos. Each party challenging someone into a fight.

It was a whirlwind of chaos, nonsense and scattered words.

But as quickly as the fight had begun, it was over.

Suddenly the sound of sirens laced the night, sending warnings about the piercing arrival of the police.

Panic surged through the fear gripped crowd of teenagers like wildfire.

I stumbled out into the night with the others blindly,with no sense of direction.

The echoes of the party fading into the distance

And then, like a fire to gasoline ,without warning the world and everything in it exploded into chaos.

Gunshots rang out immediately,filling and surging through the still night air like a blade.