My name is Stacie Marie Parker. I'm 18 and will be started my freshman year at Barden University this fall. I have long semi-curly dark brown hair and ice blue eyes. I want to be a dancer, as I have been taking dance lessons since I was 8. I've taken ballet, tap, hip hop and jazz. My parents are insisting I get a college education incase my dance career falls through. My parents have never been quite confident of my dancing skills, especially after I started pole dancing. I'm never going to do anything with it; I just like to study different cultures of dance.
~Morning~
My eyes flutter open. There is a throbbing pain in my head, the light shining through my curtains hurts my eyes, and the soft breathing beside me pounds loudly through my ears. Wait, what? I roll over and see one of my best guy friends, Drew, laying beside me. I try to remember what happened last night but I can't. Of course I have a hangover. I hear a door bang from downstairs. My ever so loving father is home. I know it is only minutes before I get in trouble, and I definitely do not want my parents to see Drew in my bed.
"Stacie get down here now!" My dad shouts in anger. I groan inwardly, any freaking loud noise is killing my ears. I get up and put on some shorts and a t-shirt then make my way downstairs. When I reach the bottom step I see the messy living room from the night before.
"Who did this?" He says angrily, I flinch, his voice is too loud. I look around and see beer bottles littering the floor and trash everywhere. Popcorn and chips are scattered around the room and the couch is flipped over.
"Uh, I don't remember?" My response sounds more like a question. I remember about half of the party, and the other half is blank. I really need to stop drinking.
"Tell me." He hisses. I explain to him how I had invited my friends from dance class over and it got a little out of control, and carefully avoid the part of the boy upstairs in my bed. My father's frown deepens and he looks disappointed. "Stacie your mother and I have to go away for a few days," My eyes widen from shock. "Your Aunt Michelle is very ill and we are very concerned. I expect this house to be spotless when we return."
"Okay." I mumble. I am not a fan of cleaning and right now the only thing I need to be doing is taking some Advil for this hangover.
"Oh and one more thing," my father says, grabbing the small suitcase my mother had prepared for him. "Don't forget to pack, because when we get come you will be moving onto Barden University's campus." My jaw drops. That is over a month away! Sure I party alot, bit do my parents really want me out of the house so soon?