Life's gonna change, hold it while you can.
I never thought it'd come down to this. Sure, many of times that we got high or hung out at the Dome House, we were always safe. Locking the doors and closing off all vent ways from the bottom up, so no one would get hurt.
It was a late night in September and Mike, Jessica, Tanya, and I were heading to the 'dome.' The small light from the football field blew over the dome and lit up the corner room where the loft was at. We'd roll a joint and smoke up under the light sometimes.
Well, most of the time. I'd make sure the doors where locked, so we couldn't tumble out the dome and kill our-selves.
"Guys, look!" Jessica shouted as she pointed out of the dome and into the football light as our team scored a touchdown. She was already stoned, she didn't give a fuck about football.
"Jessica.." I sighed, scared to death. "Get off the fricking ledge, how'd you even open the door?" Jessica Stanley was my best friend. Ever since Pre-K when I helped her off the high money bars. We'd been through everything, when her parents were arrested, when my parents left me with Gran.
"Stop being such a douche, Bella." Jessica said, blowing smoke into the air. I managed to keep my mood in check, I'm the sober one, I chanted in my head.
"Seriously, Jessica. Get the fuck off the ledge, you're gonna hurt yourself." Jessica spun a few times and jumped down on the little drop down of the ledge.
"I'm fine, stupid." Jessica yelled throwing up her hands. I felt everything stop, then. My heart. My mind. I still can feel the drop of sweat on my forehead as she fell backwards as Mike and Tanya jumped forward to stop her. I just stood there, as I watched my best friend fall off the dome and onto the hard platform, with a crunch.