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The first time I went to a party with Amber was two or three years ago, I was thirteen and she was fourteen. It was new Year's Eve, she'd been invited to a big party by a couple of the girls from the year above. Her parents were going out, so Amber took three invites - one for me, one for her and one for Rose, a friend from school.
We could hear the music throbbing out of the house from right down the street, and whilst this made me more nervous, it appeared to make Amber and Rose more excited.
“Remember, we have to be back at mine for one o'clock, at the latest.” Amber reminded us, just as we stepped into the house.
“Hey,” an older looking boy, probably about nineteen, shouted just after we stepped through the door. “You got proof you're invited?”
“Yes,” Said Amber, “Of course.”
“Show me, or leave.” Amber began to rummage through her clutch bag, and I looked around. The smell of perfume, alcohol and sweat hung in the air already, it was dark – the lights had been dimmed – and all furniture had disappeared. It was a big house, only ten minutes from Amber's, and I could see the kitchen off to my left, which was packed with teenagers, and another room, the source of the music. Through the doorway, I could see girls in short dresses dancing against boys, both genders holding drinks.
“There.” Amber said, eventually. “Three invites.”
“Right, you can go in. if anyone's giving you trouble, come get me, I'll make sure they leave.”
“Thanks,” Amber smirked, “But we'll be fine.”
“You sure? You look a little young,” he frowned.
Amber rolled her eyes and turned to me, “I need a drink.”

The kitchen was a sea of bodies and noise, we waded our way through to the drinks and grabbed something that looked blue and fizzy. “It says it has vodka in it,” I said, nervous. “You sure it's okay?”
“Yes, I'm sure.” Amber rolled her eyes. “Grab another one each and come through to the sofa room he was talking about.”
I clung desperately to Amber's hand as she pulled me through the crowds, her manicured nails making little marks in my palm. She dragged us to a spare sofa and we sat down, not really sure what to do.
“The music's so loud,” Rose shouted, “I can hear the words from here.”
“Of course it's loud, nobody likes quiet music do they?”
“It's better than going deaf,” Rose sighed.
The blue drink tingled in my mouth, and I couldn't taste the vodka at all. It was actually quite nice, I decided. After Amber had finished her first drink, she opened her second and stood up. “Let's go dance,” She grinned, “Come on!”
“Fine,” I sighed, “You coming, Rose?” Rose stood up silently, taking my hand as we made our way through to the 'dining room'. The other two started to dance, their bodies moving provocatively in time with the music.
“Come on, Brooke,” Amber laughed, taking my hand and dancing close to me. I could smell her perfume, fruity and expensive. “Loosen up! It's new year!”
I smiled nervously, moving my hips a little from side to side. “Come on!” She shouted again, “Dance, Brooke, dance!”
“I need another drink,” I said, “I'll be back in a minute.”
“You've not drunk that one yet,” Rose frowned.
“I don't like it, I want a different one.” I stuttered, walking away. my hands were shaking and my heart was pounding, but I didn't know why. It was only dancing. I put the bottle down on a table as I walked past, out of the room.
A voice from behind me shouted, “You not drinking that?”
I shook my head, moving away.
“I'll have it then,” The girl shrugged. Her friend sniggered something that sounded like, “Don't! You don't know where her mouth's been,” but I didn't pay any attention.
In the kitchen, I pushed past people quickly, grabbing a big bottle of diet coke from the counter top. there was a stack of plastic cups at the far side of the kitchen and, once I reached them, I poured myself a drink and took a mouthful.
“You wanting some vodka in that?” A boy from behind me said. I turned, swallowing my drink. he was quite tall and looked about fifteen. he was quite good looking, with brown eyes and blonde hair. A big, glass bottle of vodka was in his left hand, unopened.
I nodded quickly, putting my cup back onto the counter. The boy opened the vodka and poured some into my glass. I took a sip, trying not to wince at the taste.
“My name's David,” he smiled, screwing the top back onto the bottle.
“Brooke,” I replied.
“Nice,” he smiled at me, his brown eyes all chocolatey and warm. “I've got some friends through there, you want to join us?”
“Alright,” I smiled, it couldn't be worse than dancing, at least.

David lead me to the sofa, where three other boys sat. he introduced them and they all smiled at me as I sat down.
“How old are you, Brooke?” One of the boys, I think his name was Jack, asked me.
I was about to reply I was thirteen, but a voice from behind me said, “We're fifteen.”
“Amb

Lost me with to much information. Nice writing though. Grammar is fine.

You got the hold... nice writing.. got me go along.. Bye

I don't usually like things like this, but you did it in a way that got me hooked from the start. I could also tell the difference in each character very quickly and if you write more I would love to read it.
One of the few things I found was a little bit of talking in it didn't flow as well as other parts, and that maybe you could have gone into more detail of how things looked, how people were dressed and what music was playing.
I hope this helps and please if you do write more I would LOVE to read it.

Wow. I could feel the energy you were trying to convey. Reluctance, fear, excitement.
I would read something like that.
I could see the way the room looked and the sea of people and music thumping and rattling the windows.
Some things need to be left to the imagination. You didn't over-describe, which I like. Some people talk about cracks in the sidewalks and ants crawling, etc.
I really like the way that you done this.
Keep writing. Let me know when you write something else. Message me or something. I love reading things like this.
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Read my chapter and give advice please?