Amelia Forbes

I woke up, with a start, to the light filtering into my room through the half open curtain, a throbbing head and a parched throat.

Squinting against the mild glare of the sun, I propped myself up on the bed and pushed my hair out of my face, my sore eyes taking in the contents of the room.

"What happened?" I murmured to myself, little bits of the party from last night coming back to me. "How did I get back?"

I tried to recall how I returned home but nothing came to mind. The last I remembered was drinking to the dare they'd given me, which I...