Crap Denise Matticelli mentally scolded herself, as she pulled into the main parking lot for The Sharing, and finally found a parking space for her used Corolla. "Is there anything in my life that doesn't have to be a complicated hassle?" the 21 year old aspiring dancer said through gritted teeth.
Lately it had seemed as if things were going from bad to worse. Her usual audition failures, her fallout with family, her crappy embarrassing job, financial problems, and continued alcohol addiction. She honestly didn't care to add being late on her first day of a club she really didn't care to be part of in the first place. But then again, if it really would help her out as all her therapists and shrinks claimed, then who was she to say no?
Casually tucking a strand of ebony colored hair behind her ear, Denise made her way across the parking lot and into the building where The Sharing was being held. As she expected, the place was full of angsty anti-social teens as well as overly happy preppy kids and even more sappy adults with their usual schpeel of making the world a 'brighter, better place'. Yep, your usual community club scene.
Navigating her way through the milling crowd, Denise began looking for signs or some indication that would clue her in as to exactly where this intro meeting or whatever was. But given her luck, she probably had already missed it and several other important bits of information, all because she had spent the better part of her time looking for a stupid parking place.
With an audible sigh, she continued on her 'quest' to find the meeting, before she came across a couple of young adults around her age, that looked to be guiding a pair of teenage kids that she guessed were newbies like herself. Finally Denise thought with some relief, as she approached the little group.
"Uh excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt anything here, but I was wondering if any of you knew the way to the introductory meeting?" she asked straightforwardly, her gaze fixed on the two adults who seemed to be reaching for something in their jacket pockets. Denise hoped to god that they weren't about to knife each other or something. Yea thanks a buuunch Dr. Heraldson she thought sarcastically, remembering the shrink who had specifically recommended this place.