Never Grow Up Too Fast

Another Friday night, and here I Marciana Lopez lay in bed winding down from a night of hitting the books. In the distance I hear the rager where more than likely all the the cool kids gathered to make idiots of themselves. No that's not bitterness talking, I genuinely see no interest in parties and weekend debauchery.

I'm invisible save for a few select, but this small town is only my beginning.