Creative Writing Essay

The date
This is how it all started. I was at my best friend's party; we were in a spacious apartment . Her parents had agreeably left the house that night. The flat had three commodious bedrooms, a very large living room, a kitchen and a dining room. We were mostly in the living room, but some people stayed in one of the bedrooms.
Cassie, my best friend, had almost emptied the living room. There was only a sizable stereo system with two substantial speakers. Their shadows were like menacing monsters in a satanic wood. The rest of the room was empty. …