Amy Finch, a lonely outcast

Amy nervously looked up at the big two story house that towered over the wide lawn, nervously pushing her large thick glasses up her nose.

Amy was not what anyone would consider pretty, big glasses and a skinny body without much in the chest or butt department which coupled with her nerves and avoidance of the party scene had led to Amy being ostracised from pretty much everywhere in her years as a student. But the flyer had said it was an open house and everyone was invited, Amy was determined to go to at least one frat party before she went home. Amy had dressed in a black tank top, leggings and a long black cardigan. Her bra was champagne coloured and was supporting her little B-cups as well as it ever did.

Biting her lip, Amy walked up the steps past the crowd gathered outside. None of them paid any attention to her as they all seemed gathered around another woman, an older woman with red hair. Amy hurried inside, hoping this would mean no one would notice her and she could have a drink or two and then leave. Just staying long enough to say to herself she had attended a party.

Taking a cup from one of the tables and filling the red plastic cup up with beer from one of the kegs, Amy slowly shuffled through the room’s inhabitants, trying to stay under the radar as she got to the corner of the room.

A sudden whistle silences everyone in the central room and a voice rings out.

“Hey, that’s Amy Finch. What’s she doing here?”