Morgan Mitchell
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The night became a blur as we went down the road. The city lights and the moon blended before me. The serenity of the colors was a nice escape from the hollers of my friends who had too much to drink.
The world faded as I stared out the window. The screams of friends silenced to a gentle song, sung by a lunar angel as she skated across the black ocean. She beckoned for me to join her, but I shook my head and turned back to my friends. The night was too young for me to join her dance.