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Chapter One- Party
I walked into the quiet house flipping on all the light switches as I went. With the lights on, the house seemed emptier than with the lights off. As I took a glimpse around the main floor I realized all of the rooms were trashed. The scent of hot sauce and pickle juice filled my nostrils. I clearly remember not having either in my kitchen. I groaned. In no way possible was I going to get my report done and get the house cleaned with the time I've been allotted. I stepped over some paper cups and grabbed the house phone.
"Hello?" My best friend Alex answered in her usual perky voice. Alex has been my best friend since forever. We've been through everything together from heartbreaks to fights to late night phone calls and runaways. We're practically sisters.
"Um, hi, guess whose house is trashed?" I said half sarcastic, half upset.
"Not mine." Alex answered sympathetically, trying to reassure me with a small laugh.
"No," I sighed, "Mine is. My rents come home in less than eight hours and I still have that English paper due."
"Mitchie, I wish I could help. But I have lots to do too. My AP classes have had me loaded all week." She explained apologetically. "Wait, why didn't you clean today? We had school off."
"I got called in to the shelter. They had me working all day." I smelt the animal still on me and I cringed. "Which reminds me, I smell like wet dog. I'm in desperate need of a shower. I'll talk to you later Al."
"Ok, have fun." I hung up and threw the phone on the couch, stomping my way up the stairs to my room.
The house is trashed because my beloved Alex threw a party in my house. Not hers. I stayed at another friend's house last night and went straight to work this morning at the animal shelter. Working at the animal shelter is okay. I love animals and the pay isn't so bad either, the funny thing is I don't have to work. My parents have the world at their fingertips. But I don't want nor do I like things being handed to me. I like earning things. My parents work as CEO's of this cereal company. Cheesy I know. I like working but it would be nice if at times I could get a break. Or maybe if I didn't have a rebellious best-friend who takes advantage of me I'd be a little more content. That'd be good too. But I love her and I feel like it's my responsibility to look after her when I can.
Walking into my room I suddenly became grateful that I have a lock on my door. Because as of now, my room is the only clean one in the house all because I locked it during the party. But I couldn't say the same for my parent's room or our other bedrooms. Yep, I'm dead, I thought. I pulled my laptop on my lap and began typing my paper on my theories of the Supernatural. How stupid! I thought. My teacher swore I had talent and thus assigned a paper for me to write for some competition. It was just torture for her to acknowledge how good I was. Especially since she announced in front of the whole student body just how 'splendid' and 'surreal' my writing was.
Friday morning! Finally! I thought as I walked in to English. I placed my paper in the middle of the stack hoping the teacher wouldn't pick it up. I tried my best to write it terribly and to my dismay it was decent. No matter how terrible I tried to be, I couldn't. As I sat in my seat the teacher went through the pile and sure enough it was my paper she held in her hands.
"Michelle." The teacher called me by my full name, which I hate being called I might add, up to her desk after her lecture was over. I walked up to her desk.
"I like what you've written. Very insightful. Would you mind writing a short story on your choice of the Supernatural?" I shook my head, clearly defiant. "I'd rather not—" The bell rang.
"Good. Have it on my desk by Monday." I sighed, grabbing my books and stalked out of the class. Lunch didn't come soon enough. I was desperate to talk to Alex so I ran, ignoring all the stares I was getting from my peers, into the cafeteria.
"She liked my paper!" I half-screeched slamming my food on the table. Few of the fries scattered along the table.
"Usually that's a good thing." Alex joked.
"Well it's not!" I said, glaring at my tray. "I'm supposed to have a short-story on Mrs. Ethan's desk by Monday. Do you know how long it takes to write a short story?" Alex pulled me into a side-hug.
"Still upset about the house?" Alex asked. She could easily see through my excuses. I don't even know why I tried lying to her anymore. I sighed and looked at her, clearly upset.
"I'm dead. You know my parents. They're not going to be happy about this." Alex took a bite of her salad before turning to me.
"Maybe if you explained to them you didn't throw the party, they might listen. I could talk to them." She offered.
"Alex it doesn't matter what you say. You know they won't listen."
"Then make them." She prodded. I sighed and listened on what she had planned.
"Mitchie, I don't care who started the party. Your house therefore it's your responsibility." My mom yelled at me ruthlessly, picking up trash. She must've been working on cleaning all day.
"Look. For the thousandth time! I'm sorry!" I said begging her for forgiveness. My mom cleaned up the last bit of trash then turned to me.
"You're grounded. No parties, no friends. No phone!" She said, snatching my cell phone out of my hand.
"But Mom!" My mom put her index finger up in front of my face to warn me, she did that when I was back talking. I knew better than to say anything that could jeopardize what little freedom I had left. I still did have my car.
"Fine. I'm going to go do my homework now. And wallow in despair." I said sarcastically, turning on my heels walking towards my room.
"Love you too hunny!" My mom called out from the kitchen.
"I love you!" I called back willfully. Making me feel guilty was just one of my mom's grueling tactics.
I walked in my room throwing my notebook on my bed and grabbing the laptop off my desk. My mom hadn't grounded me from the computer. I smiled at the thought, my computer flashed, signaling I had a message on Facebook.
'Hey gurl. How'd the talk with the rents go? You didn't reply to my texts! Oh, partyy tonight! 8! I'll pick u up. Luv yaa. –Al'
I hit the reply button and strummed my fingers along the keyboard.
'The talk went terrible! I'M GROUNDED FOR LIFE! No party for me Al, sorry. –Mitchie' I hit send and closed my laptop shut. If Alex could she'd jump out of her computer and pull me into the party. Alex was a party f.r.e.a.k. She went to tons and tons of parties while maintaining a 4.0 GPA. She was like a effing god. And the one thing she loved next to partying was dragging me along with. I wouldn't drink or smoke but she did occasionally. Alex mostly went to parties and hit on tons of guys she didn't know. Many of them wayyy too old for her. Considering she was 16, it wasn't safe for her to be around that kind of stupidness. Call me crazy but that's how I thought about it. It was all stupid. I've just never had the time of day to go out and party.
I'd just finished cleaning up the plates from dinner when the doorbell rang. I heard my Mom's footsteps rush to the door. Please don't be Alex, please don't be-
"Alex!" My mom called out happily. Alex's voice was muffled and low. I couldn't hear a word she said. A few moments later they walked into the kitchen, both of them staring at me.
"Go on, go study at Alex's. Here's your phone." My mom urged, handing me my phone again. Another one of Alex's tricks, I thought. She was clever. No wonder she is the way she is. But, just like that, I was outside standing beside Al's Mercedes.
"Shoes, skirt, and shirt are in the back. Get changed missy." Alex urged, pushing me into the car. I didn't argue with Alex, this was ritual by now. The partying. The sneaking out. The sneaking back in. At least this time I wasn't sneaking out.
I stepped outside of the car and Alex did a double-take over me after I dressed. I couldn't help but look past her to the house to see if my parents were peeking through the shutters. They weren't.
"Lovely." She said, clearly proud of herself. She reached up past my neck and unclipped my hair. It fell into bunches of curls at my shoulders, running down my back. Alex shook my hair up a bit more and took off her long black jacket, revealing her outfit. Her shirt was outlined in satin black and the ruffles at the bottom of the shirt really showed her body features, it was a tube top. Her black mini-skirt looked leather, resembling mine closely. I was wearing a tight black shirt that cut too low and had a small slit that ran down to my bellybutton. My pierced bellybutton that is.
I got in the car and Alex started driving east out of town.
"Where's the party?" I asked finally, realizing she never told me where.
"San Antonio." Oh, no no no no. I thought. San Antonio was the worst place for parties. What is she thinking? We're going to end up really trashed tonight. Whether either of this liked it or not. San Antonio is party freaking central.
