As the flow of campers slowly thinned behind him, Kindle made his exit. His face felt heated from embarrasment and a familiar choking feeling was rising up in his throat, he needed to be alone. Pulling his [url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=68587328]newsboy cap[/url] down over his ears, Kindle averted his eyes from the other party-goers. After a few moments, Kindle spotted a place where he could find refuge, a stack of boxes pushed near the wall that would be large enough to conceal him if he put himself behind it. Slipping behind them, Kindle would push his back against the heavy boxes, sliding to the ground. He'd been naive to think that this would just be a happy-go-lucky social event, of course alcohol would be involved. At this thought, an image popped into his head of a younger Kindle ducking under a thrown beer bottle, looking up to see the rage-contorted face of his father. The choking feeling of anxiety became more pronounced as this picture came, and a surging panic passed through Kindle.

[i]Deep breaths...[/i] Kindle thought to himself, trying to push down the welling feelings of panic. It was getting harder though, every beat of the loud music pushing deeper and deeper into his eardrums, and every moment felt as if he were being surrounded. Kindle closed his eyes and forced his breathing into a rhythm. [i]Breath in, breath out.[/i] As his anxiety died down to a more manageable level, Kindle began to think about his choices now. Should he endure the rest of the party, or just slip out? He'd already made a fool of himself, and he had little interest in hanging around a bunch of rowdy teens hopped up on alcohol. The thought of alcohol sickened him, why would anyone in their right mind ever touch it? It did horrible, horrible things to their minds, how could that be considered "fun"? It was that moment that Kindle decided that he would leave, deciding to never attend an event such as this again. But right now he needed to just sit, alone, and get his thoughts together. Bringing his knees up to his chest, Kindle would wrap his arms in a hug around his legs and lean his face into his knees, sheltering himself from the world he was surrounded by.