Started When We Were Younger Novels & Stories

“Yeah. I’d love to hear.” He looks out at the water, his voice softening. “It all started when we were six…”

Looking at my sister now, dancing without a care to the thumping bass, I’m transported back to the first night we ever snuck into a club. We were fifteen years old, and it was our second summer living in the streets rather than suffering at the orphanage. We couldn’t survive the elements in the fall and winter, so we always ended up going back – but these summers were quickly becoming our escape from all the troubles of the broken system, and this night was our first foray into the world of grown up night life.

New day - new beginning! I began mixing the ingredients, humming a tune, and dancing back and forth. I loved dancing and not to brag, but I was a natural. I used to go clubbing back home with Amanda and my human friends. We were both underage, hanging with kids way older than us. But we got into their good graces, once they realized that we could steal booze and cigarettes without getting caught. I grinned, thinking back on the ‘good old days’.