OK HI GUYS! THIS IS THE SECOND STORY I'VE STARTER. THE LAST ONE BOMBED. I MAY NOT BE THE BEST WRITER OR HAVE THE BEST IMAGINATION, BUT I'M THE TYPE OF PERSON THAT LIKES TO CREATE DIFFERENT SCENARIOS. SO FINALLY I HAVE DECIDED TO WRITE THIS ONE DOWN! I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

**I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS YOU RECOGNIZE!**

All I need is a good party. I've been stressed beyond belief lately and letting loose will be good. Besides, I deserve it. I mean I'm a pretty good student, I work, study hard, help my family around the house; a good party would help me (honestly it always does). I meet guys, make new friends, drink, dance and become a whole other person. The real me, the me my family does not think exists. My family has a strict priority policy, so even though they think I'm staying at a friend's house I'll be in the safety of my sororities' house and having an awful good time with all the cute frat boys. More like men-huh-these guys are all very handsome with the bodies of gods! It's like seeing an Armani model up close and personal, real personal.

Anyways back to my family. We're sort of in the public eye. We're in that small percentage of people with more money then we'd know what to do with. All thanks to my mom, of course. Her insurance company is a nationwide company that helps out people all over the country. I think there's an office in every state! She's like my best friend; I swear I can count on her for everything and anything.
She manages to work and help keep house. She doesn't like the idea of hiring help so she and I do just about everything. The little help we get is from my brother, who works for her as an accountant, but the most he does is take out the trash and clean the cars. My dad does absolutely nothing, we're lucky he even walks to the bathroom to do his business. I mean he's as lazy as it gets when no one is around but as soon as we have company he acts like he's the man of the house. Either way he drinks his way through life. I guess that's where I get my tolerance for alcohol, huh? You want to know what the worst part of having him around is? It's him walking around like he owns the place, like he owns life when all he does is, well nothing. I don't even know why my mom keeps him around; if it were me he'd be out in the streets. But, mother is an extremely traditional person and says after a little over 25 years together, leaving him feels wrong.

My mom knows about my partying, but she doesn't know how extreme it gets sometimes. I guess it's because I don't want to disappoint her. Even though we're so close, sometimes I feel like I'm being suffocated. My parents want me to wait until after college to find someone. They want me to have a stable career making lots of money before I find someone serious. They want for me to stay a virgin until I'm at least engaged (too late for that one). They even want me to live with them until I get married. I mean really this is the 21st century and times have changed. I'm almost 20 years old and I'm getting tired of being treated like I'm still not old enough to drive. This is why I need the release at least once a week. It's a good thing we live in New York! There are enough clubs around here to entertain just about everyone. I started going out early. My cousin Serafina had an in with a promoters and we always got in, drank and danced without ID and without paying. I always had a blast and got hit on by one too many guys, and since I looked so much older than I was it was always the older guys that wanted me. Serafina would always step in and shove them away; it was pretty entertaining this one time. I had been talking to this guy Dave who was apparently really into me, but also really drunk! Serafina came up to us and was like listen she's only fifteen relax. I swear it was like his heart broke!

Lately, though I like being independent and just having fun with guys. Casual relationships are very fun! Right now I'm about to meet this guy Emmett. He is exactly my type as far as looks go and his personality's not bad either. He's about 6'6", which is great because I'm 5'10" so I can still wear those sexy stilettos he and I both agree on. Emmett's got these gorgeous blue eyes and really deep dark brown hair, short just like I like it. And physically, god I think I have seen him in an Armani ad! Physically we matched up perfectly, but it was all just for fun. We have been 'hanging out' for the past couple of weeks and honestly, I'm starting to get a little bit bored with the same person. Maybe a couple more times and then I'll let him know I'm ready to move on.

SO WHAT DID YOU THINK? CRAPPY OR GOOD JUST LET ME KNOW IF I SHOULD CONTINUE THIS...