No, she wasn't the most social. No, she did not know a single person there, other than her chatty chum who had vanished into an enshrouding crowd of party-animals mere minutes after they entered. Yes, she was absolutely the only lonely soul who wasn't having an extravagant experience at the bustling affair.
Glass ware clinked and the hyper guests were crammed into every stifling inch of the house. God! How could anyone be possibly relishing such a noisome, clattering, and disorganized heap of an event. She disliked everything about it, but the mostly vociferous shrieks of laughter and oh, the dreadful smell of sweat and perfume mixed together, creating one fantastic, putrid aroma.
The cheerless girl stood silently, sipping her punch. She gave a disapproving head turn to any person who crossed her gaze. The insanity of dancing in public.
Alice, her tickled-pink companion, grinned a toothy grin right at her and beckoned her into the center of the hulla-balloo. The shy girl tightened her jaw and immediately shook her head. The girl knew there was no way she'd even contemplate going over there. Suddenly, Alice forcefully grasped her skinny wrist and yanked her in! Terror stricken, she gave a shrill yelp! and burst through the jiving bodies back to the safety of the corner. Alice met her shifty gaze. The girl rolled her eyes, and Alice shook her head disappointedly.
“Stop being so stubborn,” Alice mumbled across the roaring crowd.
“At least I'm not making a fool of myself!” She howled back.
“You're such a Killjoy, Penelope!” Alice turned on her heel smugly and flipped her locks of auburn hair in Penelope’s freckled, dismayed face.
Now more solitary than ever, she desperately wondered what she had done that was so dreadful to turn Alice away.
At last, she thought, I’m insane to be so sane.
At that, her rosy lips curled into a hesitant grin and she squeezed her way into the oscillating throng of people. Penelope let out a bubbly a giggle at her own foolishness. Alice saw her and smiled brilliantly. For the first time she was tingling with ecstasy to be enveloped with partiers and it-girls. Penelope was overjoyed with her own act of benevolence, to enter such a crowd. She had no regrets.