Never go to a party
I didn't listen to my parents. What teenager does? A sucky teenager, that's who.
Well, I'm not a sucky teenager. I am a teenager who lives her life.
That one night I was told not to go to a party. I did anyway. Around 10'o clock I sneaked out. I drove my mom's car. I had to steal the keys though.
I drove to my friend house and there were millions of people there. It was totally my type of party.
I walk in and I'm greeted by his parents. Awkward. But I was here to party and I was going to party. I didn't go through all this party to die or whatever ;]
I was taking shots after shots. That means I'm going to have to pee at one point. And that was now.
I ran upstairs. It was quiet. You could hear a pen drop. Literally. I thought I was alone. Someone was upstairs. I heard footsteps running.
I then saw a door that said bathroom. I walked in and I fell through a deep hole. I kept falling.
I then kept falling and falling. Until I hit the floor of concrete. I got up and I felt breathing behind me. I turned around and see a girl.
Her head turned all the way around like a pinwheel. It was disgusting and scary. I ran away.
I saw stairs and I went up them. I got pulled down by a big huge hand. I peed on myself and at that point I couldn't hold it.
I wake up on my friends couch. I was at the party surrounded by people recording me, laughing at me, and staring.
I looked at myself and was in moist pants and my boots were flooded. I thought to myself.
I must have really had to pee. :]
True story.
