I was attending an art gallery opening with A and Vk. The whole place was stark white except for some blue detailing on one of the pictures hanging on the wall. I have no idea what the paintings were, but really, does anyone when it comes to modern art?
I knew this was one of those high end galleries, where the underground A list gathers. Going with the color scheme, I dressed head to to toe in white. As I saw more of the guests walk I noticed that their clothing was more of an art than what was being displayed. One of a kind couture, pieces that lit up and moved. Suddenly my H&M pants and knockoff Keds seemed to mar the setting. One especially dressed up man, with a chest piece that gowed Tron blue, openly sneered at my outfit. Of course I couldn’t let this go, and immediately started yelling at him. Some nonsense about how he’s no better than me and it’s what’s inside a person that counts. He stood there in silence and only glanced behind me once.
I began to feel sick and dizzy, sensing something wasn’t right. I tried to brush it off, but when I looked at Vk and A, their irisis had turned red. I remembered a situation like this happening before and realized we were being gassed. Vk and A had passed out, and I needed to get them out of the place. The only thing I could find was a rolling computer chair, so I piled both of them on. When I pushed them outside, I realized i was outside my own high school. I kept getting sicker, and when i realized that someone was taking care of Vk and A, I fell on the ground and passed out.