Episode 43

Six years ago,

The nasty taste of alcohol hit Zipporah’s virgin tongue aggressively. She gave into the brutal taste it brought as the cheers for her to take another gulp filled the basement. The lightening was terrible as was the snack laid out. It was her eighteenth birthday and her invite to the exclusive party was owed to her being friends with the school, most loved, president, Collins.

It was a party everyone wanted to go to, the more exclusive it got each year the greater the desperation. Her social life in school was in between non existent and satisfactory. You wouldn’t know who she was when she passed the packed hallway with her knitted school bag from her grandma but you would recognize her the moment she walked into class. It was a perfect status on the social ladder as she wasn’t bullied by the tops and hardly associated with the lows. She was just packing up her grades, obeying the rules and making sure to get home to her lenient but highly protective parents. Her being