Atlanta Nights

The humid Atlanta air hung thick with anticipation as you stepped out of the car, the towering buildings of Clark Atlanta University a stark contrast to the familiar flatness of Florida. This was it – move-in day, the moment you'd dreamt of since ninth grade. Your mom fussed beside you, her usual chatter replaced by a tense silence when you asked about your dad. The sting of his absence, another broken promise, settled in your chest, a familiar ache you tried to push down.
Hours later, your dorm room, finally set up just the way you liked it, felt like a sanctuary. A text from Amyia confirmed she and Steph were close. The night beckoned, and the allure of a nearby club, whispered about on campus, proved too tempting. With fake IDs in hand and dressed to impress, the three of you piled into an Uber, ready to dive headfirst into the Atlanta night.
