Even though I had already been humiliated and knew the humiliation might get even worse, I was truly excited by the whole thing.After we had been stan...ding in line for the door for about 15 minutes, people started to leave. A couple of girls a few spaces in front of us turned around and walked passed us. "They shut it down." they said as the passed. "No one else is getting in tonight."In just a few minutes, we were the only ones left. I figured we were gonna leave too, but then Amy started. "Wait! There is at least one more man hiding, somewhere." How do you figure that?" asked Shaylee, also in Gaelic."Because there are two saddle horses tied to the wagons. If we break cover the bastard will shoot us, for sure."Shaylee hollered out, "You in the wagon! Come out or I'll shoot the women!"The answer to Shaylee's order was a shot that put a hole in her hat. The remaining women lowered their hands, and dove to retrieve their guns. The battle resumed.Maeve concentrated on the person in. A woman bends over me, Searching my reaches for what she really is.Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.I am important to her. She comes and goes.Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.In me, she has drowned a young girl, and in me, an old womanRises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish."Mirror" By Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)"Where am I? It is so dark! Why is it. I said to Vicky that she looked to be having fun. She said that she had but it was the same as before, it wasn't going to lead anywhere new. Vicky continued that we would both probably prefer to be anywhere else but here and did I want to walk her home before the crowds started. I waited for one of the lads and made my excuses to walk her home. On the way back to Vicky's she observed that it was strange that she dresses like this and gets a guy, after a few dates and an argument or two about.