Meera Patel - Meera was born in the UK to Indian parents. Both of her parents are incredible doctors, and thus end up working or travelling a lot. She always exuded an intimidating, exotic beauty, but still struggled slightly with the opposite sex due to a slightly dorky personality. She has brown eyes, and long black hair, reaching a few inches below her shoulders. She has a slim figure with perky C cup breasts.
Meera was pretty pleased with herself.
Her first house party seemed to be going pretty damn well. Everyone looked like they were having fun, and most of the friends she wanted to come along, made it. A lot of extra people turned up too, but they seemed to be respectful enough so far.
She was in the lounge taking part in a game of truth or dare, when suddenly, something felt different about herself.
She couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but whatever it was made her feel more...optimistic.
She was playing truth or dare in the hopes that she might get dared to make out with Clark Owens, whom she'd had a crush on for a few months.
"Alright your turn Meera! Truth or Dare?" asked Amber. Amber was a bit of a bitch, but we'll get to that in a different story.
"Dare!" She said, hoping they'll tell her to plant her lips on Clark.
"Alright Meera, I dare you toooooo.. Eat a tin of dog food!" Amber said, smirking sadistically.
Meera was a little disappointed, but something told her this would be easy anyway, and she felt compelled to do as she was told, hoping it would maybe impress Clark. She popped to the kitchen, grabbing a tin and a fork, and returned to the circle.
She read the label as she pulled off the lid.
Chicken and Gravy flavour. Some of the other kids turned at the smell of it, but Meera actually kind of liked it. How did she not notice it smelt this great before?
With no hesitation, she stabbed her fork into the tin and scooped out a big chunk and put it in her mouth.
'Thats actually...not bad.' she thought.
She eagerly scooped out some more and started scoffing it down, forgetting that the whole circle was staring at her. A minute later and she'd finished the can, and glanced around at the horrified faces. One look at Clark and she realised she'd blown her chances there.
She continued with the game for another 10 minutes, not really paying attention to everyone else's turns. She just felt sad now.
She got up without saying anything to the rest of the group and grabbed a drink, downed it in a few seconds, then poured another.
She pulled her cigarettes from her back pocket and sat outside lighting one up, taking in a few deep inhales to help her forget about what just happened. She smoked it pretty quickly, then lit up another just before Emily stepped out into the garden.