It is filled with moist tweens, their hormones releasing into the air. The first room on your right is the dance room. After waiting to get the glistening neon wristband placed on your arm, you enter the building.
Though you pull up to the event 30 minutes early, the massive line of kids at the door tells you that 30 minutes was not enough. You cruise into the parking lot, in the passenger seat of your mom’s car. Your skinny jeans pair nicely with the white converse and a slightly cropped t-shirt (note the Harderwyk church dress code).
You have just spent about an hour getting ready with your friends.
