Daphne sighed as she watched Tracy being led into a horribly loud room. The very sound vibrated right through her body, and it felt terrible. Daphne really didn't know why Tracy was going through with this, she knew for a fact that Tracy hated loud places. In fact, Tracy often got upset when things were too loud, claiming that it interrupted her thinking.
Tracy was going this all because the popular crowd had invited her, even though it went against nearly everything she had done her entire life. Daphne hadn't wanted to follow them like this, but something had urged her to.
She couldn't allow her childhood friend to be hurt, even though Tracy had abandoned her already, but Tracy had always been reminded that she wasn't the son, and heir, they had wanted. Daphne knew that was the reason that Tracy had left her so easily.
It was a foolish little club that Tracy thought would make her parents think more of her. Daphne knew it wouldn't, but Tracy still had childish hope.
Daphne knew she wouldn't be able to get into the club, so she waited outside, idly walking up and down the street trying to look interested in anything that was in the near vicinity of the club doors. Her eyes didn't stray too far from the door either, not helping her situation as she was kicked out of the third shop where she had clumsily bumped into something.
Moments later, she heard familiar mocking laughter and her eyes flew towards the doors where a curled up figure lay near a muddy puddle. Waiting for the doors to slam shut once more, Daphne hurried to the figure, having known who it was as soon as her eyes had landed on her.
The figure groaned as Daphne jostled her in an attempt to get her to stand. Stumbling slightly, they were finally standing.
"C'mon Tracy, let's go home."
Written for Game of Life: club