A/N So this is all in Amelia's point of view and we can see what she's been up to.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
APOV
I was really, really glad to get out of home. Not just because Mum wanted to twaddle on about hair and other stuff, but mainly because of the conversation I'd had with Eric.
It really sucked the way he just went on at me all the time. Well, maybe not all the time, but he just kept telling me to be careful, and I was nothing but bloody careful. I didn't fight and break stuff and end up with sprained wrists like the rest of the kids in the family, so I didn't really know what his problem was and why he was picking on me.
But he looked kind of funny when I said he wasn't my real dad. And he isn't. And he knows that, because…well, he was there. Or not there. But, he didn't seem to like that when I pointed it out to him. And I felt…well, I felt a bit mean. But I shouldn't, because I'm pretty sure he can take it.
But even so, I didn't want to hang around home anymore. I didn't want to know what he was going to say to me next because he could get really grumpy sometimes. He'd already told Tray he was leaving him at a petrol station that morning and Tray's kind of used to that, and sometimes he'd rather be left somewhere, I think, than have to go with the rest of us. I didn't need Eric threatening me with something horrible.
It was probably lucky he didn't stop me going to Yvetta's.
Yvetta was in her room when I got there. "Hi" I said, and I dropped my bag on the floor. She was looking at something on her laptop, and turned around. And then she frowned.
"Your hair's all short" she said to me.
"Oh, yeah" I said. I'd kind of forgotten about that. I ran my hand over it, which I'd actually been doing a lot. It was really weird when my hair just stopped and all of a sudden I could feel my neck. I mean, I liked it, but it was going to take a bit of getting used to.
Yvetta wrinkled her nose. "Boys don't like short hair" she said.
"It's not really short" I said. "It's…it's a bob. Mum said it's a bob."
"Your mum has long hair" Yvetta pointed out. She was right. Mum'd always had long hair. Really nice long hair and she was blonde. So no wonder guys liked her hair. My hair sucked.
Yvetta shrugged. "You could dye it" she said. "Red. Like I'm going to."
I didn't want red hair. "I was thinking about going darker" I said.
Yvetta didn't seem that impressed by that either. "Nah, you'd look all emo and shit. And dreary. That's what my mum says. Guys don't like it if you look dreary. That's why I'm staying blonde, and maybe going red."
I didn't say anything to that. Yvetta wasn't really blonde though, her hair was really brown. And Ana had given her some highlights at home, but they didn't look right and some of them were really too blonde and almost looked grey. But I didn't say that Yvetta, because that would be mean. I knew that some of the other girls at school said it though, but they were all bitches most of the time, so of course they'd say horrible things about Yvetta.
"Isn't Amelia's hair nice?" Ana said as she walked into the room and gave me a big smile. I guessed Mum had left then.
Yvetta shrugged. "It's short. You say guys don't like short hair" Yvetta grumbled.
Ana shrugged. "But it's a nice short, yes? So the boys will like it anyway. Plus your neck looks very long…and, uh. Elegant. You look very elegant, Amelia."
I liked that Ana liked my hair because she was kind of cool, but Yvetta just rolled her eyes. Maybe she was jealous. I was kind of used to the jealousy thing, because it happened all the time at home. I mean, if Dad talked me or something, then I could guarantee that Pam and Felicia would get all shitty and try and butt in on us because they wanted him all themselves.
Although he probably wouldn't be talking to me when I got back home. But that wasn't for, like, another whole day. So maybe he'd be over it. Or the boys would have kicked a hole in the wall in the hallway again and he wouldn't be shitty with me, he'd be shitty with them.
I smiled at Ana. "Mum says she might buy me some hair-straighteners" I said.
"Oh. Well make sure you get the GHDs then, yes? The rest of them, they are shit and they just break, don't they Yvetta?"
"Uh-huh" Yvetta said, but she sounded kind of grumpy.
"That's why I say to Franklin, when he buy me the straighteners. I say 'Franklin, you don't get me the shitty ones, yes? Is no point buying them if they're going to break one day and I get only half my head straight.' So he get me the GHDs and that's much better."
"I don't get to use them" Yvetta mumbled.
"Well, no. They're very expensive, Yvetta. I can't replace them, so they're just for me. You want some; you get your dad to buy them for you. He's got all the money, yes?"
Yvetta didn't reply to that, and I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there for a bit.
"So you happy to stay here the night, Amelia?" Ana asked me. "And hang out with us poor single girls?"
"Uh…yeah" I said, and Ana laughed.
"You not miss your little brothers and sisters too much though, yes? Or your mama? Or daddy?" Ana looked at me expectantly. I wasn't sure what she wanted me to say. Why would I miss my family? My family pretty much sucked.
"No, it's much nicer here, 'cos there's no one screaming and fighting, and usually I have to, like, sort it all out because I'm the eldest."
"Oh, so it's your mama and your daddy who'll be missing you then, yes? And all the extra help?"
"Um…maybe. Especially in the morning, when they'll sleep in and stuff. But really it's because, you know, they're having sex." I said that without thinking and Ana's eyes went a bit wide, and then she laughed, and so did Yvetta.
"Oh, Amelia" Ana said. "Your mama, she'll be bringing home another little one soon. She can't stop it, yes?"
"Oh, um…no." I was feeling a bit uncomfortable now and wishing I'd never opened my big mouth about sleep-in Sundays.
"She's too old" Yvetta said, and, while I might have known that, I didn't really want to hear Yvetta saying it.
"But I think she's very fertile, yes?" Ana said. "So you never know. Plus, she has the younger man, so that makes a difference. Makes a difference for your mama anyway! Keeps her satisfied, I bet."
Now I felt really uncomfortable, and didn't want to talk about this anymore. Also I felt a bit…I tried to think what it was. Disloyal? I felt like I shouldn't be discussing this with other people. It might be one thing to talk about it when it was happening with Felicia, and wish that my parents understood the meaning of quiet, but I didn't think that I should be talking about it here. And now. With these people.
Mum would hate it if she knew.
But she wouldn't, so it would be OK.
Well, I hope she wouldn't. Shit, would Yvetta's mum say anything to her?
I laughed slightly. "But, um, you know…that's just between you…and me…" I said, hoping they'd know not to tell mum.
"Oh, yes yes. I won't say anything to Sookie, although I feel like I should congratulate her on all the sex she's getting. I miss the sex. Not the sex with Franklin, maybe, but just…the sex with someone would be nice. I'd take the sex with Eric if it was on offer!" Ana laughed again, but now both Yvetta and I looked uncomfortable. Should she be saying she wanted to sleep with…well, Eric. Because I didn't want to know. Why did everyone think he was so bloody wonderful anyway? He was just a pain in the arse if you lived with him all the time. I didn't know how Mum put up with him.
Maybe she did it so she wouldn't be lonely like Ana? It was odd to think of Mum being lonely though, because she was just there. And so was Eric. Yeah, maybe she thought we had to keep him around and we got stuck with him.
That didn't mean I wanted him to leave us to come and live with Yvetta's mum though.
"So, did you actually want anything?" Yvetta said to her mother, and she said it really rudely. If I did that my mum would say something, but Ana didn't even seem to notice.
"I just wanted to know if you girls wanted something, yes?" She looked at us both.
"No" Yvetta said, still rudely. "I'm OK" I said to her.
Ana Lyudmila shrugged. "Suit yourselves. I'm going for a lie-down because work last night, shit it was busy. I was run off my feet. Not even a game on, but so many business people, so I have to work, because I want to see the men in their suits, but it's hard on the feet. I don't want to wear those ugly, flat shoes though, because the men, they don't look at you in the flat shoes. They only like the high ones. I bet Eric, he like the high shoes, yes? You could wear any heels you wanted with him, and still not be taller. With Franklin, eh, I had to be careful or else I was the tallest one."
Why did she keep going on and on about Eric? He wasn't her Eric, he was our Eric. I wanted to tell her that we saw him first, so she could piss off.
But you couldn't say that to your friend's mum, could you?
"We're fine. Just leave!" Yvetta said.
"Oh, you're so bossy. If my mama heard you talk like that, you get such a belting" Ana said.
"Yeah, but that's illegal here. You're not allowed to hit kids in this country, so tough" Yvetta said. I couldn't figure out what her problem was. I mean, mostly Ana was pretty cool. I couldn't see why Yvetta had to be all grumpy towards her. It just made me more uncomfortable and I hoped it would stop soon.
"I know. Sometimes I wonder why I brought you here. You have too much" Ana said darkly. "And you don't appreciate it."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm spoiled. Well, you did it. So now, buzz off."
Ana looked like she might say something else to Yvetta, but she didn't. "OK" she said. "Just let me know when you go out, yes?"
"OK" Yvetta said, and Ana left the room.
"Out?" I asked. I thought we were just hanging out here.
"Yeah…Dylan's coming round in a bit. With his friend Jack." Yvetta looked me up and down. "Jack's alright" she said. "He's not Dylan, but…well, he might like you."
I wasn't sure what I felt about that. I mean, I wanted him to like me. But I didn't really know him. I hadn't actually met him, of course, so I couldn't know him.
"Is the same age as Dylan?" I asked.
"Yeah. They're flatmates…so you know, just be cool with him, eh? Like, 'cos he's used to older girls and stuff, not kids." The way she said kids made it pretty clear that she thought I was pretty young and stupid, but I wasn't, and just because I didn't have a stupid boyfriend who worked in a supermarket like Yvetta did, didn't mean that I was young and stupid.
But maybe I would have. A boyfriend. A grown-up boyfriend and not one of those Grammar boys in their uniforms that walked past me in the afternoons on their way home. Because they were all really stupid and dumb, and if they saw me they'd all snigger and then push each other around and just laugh, and it was horrible because they were all laughing at me and I just wanted to cry, or run but I didn't, I'd just walk straight past them, and if they tried to talk to me I'd ignore them and keep walking and pretend I couldn't hear them calling "Hey! Are you that stuck-up?"
So maybe Jack'd be OK and not like that. And he'd take me to the movies and hang out with me and it would be really cool.
"OK" I said to Yvetta, "Sounds good."
We spent the afternoon just watching stuff on the internet. Yvetta wanted to watch this movie that had really, like, full-on sex scenes and stuff so we watched that. It's kind of weird, like, watching someone else. I wasn't sure it was a great idea. And it was really sucky when Yvetta said "So do you reckon that'll be your Mum and Eric in the morning, then?" and laughed.
And then when there was this scene with a blow-job, she pointed to the screen and said "Yeah, that's like…that's how it is. Dylan really likes that, and I don't mind doing it. I think it's important to keep a guy happy, and so, you know. Well, you don't know. But you will. You have to work to keep them." And I wanted to ask her if she'd really done that, because I thought it looked really gross, but I didn't want her to start telling me I was a kid again so I just shut up.
At least she didn't say anything about my mum having done it. Ugh.
But she wouldn't though. Not Mum. Mum's pretty, um. Straight-laced. Yeah, I couldn't imagine Mum doing that.
Although…maybe she did if Eric wanted to? Maybe Yvetta was right and you had to do that stuff if you wanted a guy, and Mum had had to keep Eric around for over ten years now, so she must have…done stuff with him and like made it so he wouldn't go off with someone else because for some reason all the women like Ana really wanted him.
Would he do it if Ana offered it to him? A blow-job? That was a really gross thought, but I couldn't stop thinking about it now. Maybe if you didn't do this stuff, then guys just went out and did it with someone else.
Relationships seemed really hard. And guys seemed really horrible. I wasn't sure I wanted a boyfriend; it might be a lot of work.
But it would be cool. And it would mean that when those Grammar boys laughed at me I really didn't have to care what they thought anymore, because I had someone better.
When the movie was finished we made dinner. Well, we made cheese on toast. It wasn't really dinner. Yvetta made all her own meals and Ana didn't seem to care what she ate, which might be better because Mum kept making me eat all this crap I didn't want to, and we always had to have the stuff that Eric liked, and he liked meat with everything. And meat was yucky.
So sometimes making cheese on toast might be better.
"We'd better get ready" Yvetta said, as she rinsed her plate and just dumped it in the sink. I wondered who did the dishes.
"Ready?" I asked, rinsing my own plate and holding it for a few seconds, before adding it to the pile in the sink. It seemed really messy in Yvetta's kitchen. I didn't really like the mess. A part of me wanted to clean it all, but that was a really stupid idea, and probably just because Mum always wanted everything clean and now I thought it was a good idea too.
"Yeah, 'cos when Dylan gets here, we can't keep him waiting. He'll get all grumpy, and just go without us."
"Oh. So, um…we're going out?" I just thought Dylan and his friend were coming here. I didn't really know if going out was such a good idea.
"Yeah, just for um, like, coffee? Or I think he wanted to check in on this party or something? But probably not for long. So that's OK, eh?"
Well I didn't really want to go out, I wanted to just stay in and hang with Yvetta, and not some stupid boys.
Although Jack might be OK. And he could maybe be my boyfriend. And I wanted a boyfriend…probably. So it would be OK.
"OK" I said.
The only thing I really had to wear was the skirt and jumper that Mum'd bought me that morning. "Is that new?" Yvetta asked me.
"Yeah" I said. I wasn't saying it was from Kmart though. Kmart clothes really sucked.
"I might borrow it sometime. The jumper, anyway. The skirt'd be too big on me." Yvetta pulled on some skinny jeans which showed that yeah, she had no hips. I wish I had no hips, but I had Mum's figure and it really sucked. I wish I was like Nana, or my aunts and really skinny. But somehow my stupid genes made me exactly like all the Stackhouses.
Yvetta eyed me critically. "It looks stupid with flat shoes" she said.
"Well, that's what I brought" I said. I was wearing my ballet flats and they were my best shoes.
Yvetta disappeared and then came back with some black high-heels in her hand. "You can wear Mum's shoes" she said.
"Oh. Um. Will your mum mind?" I asked.
"Nah" Yvetta said, standing in front of the mirror and teasing her hair. "I borrow her stuff all the time."
The shoes were a bit tight, and I wasn't used to the height of the heels, but Yvetta was right, they did make the skirt look better. I looked far less dumpy than I did with the ballet flats, anyway.
"I'll do your eye-liner, if you want" Yvetta offered, holding up her eye-pencil after she'd finished doing her own.
"OK" I agreed. I liked it when Yvetta put makeup on me. She was really good at it. I think she spent a lot of time practising.
She put some blush on too, and mascara and a bit of lip-gloss. "That looks better" she commented after she'd finished. It did too. I thought I looked older. Hopefully this Jack guy did as well.
"Will your mum mind if we go out?" I asked Yvetta.
"Nah" she said. "I do it all the time. I'll just leave her a note. As long as she knows I'm with Dylan she won't mind."
I wanted to say something else, because now that it was looking likely I'd be out and no one would know where I was, it didn't feel right. I mean, Mum and Eric always knew where I was, and they wouldn't like me going out with guys they didn't know. But I didn't want Yvetta to think I was being a baby about it all.
"Just don't freak out and be a baby" she said, looking at me, which kind of confirmed that I was better keeping quiet. We'd only be out for a while. What could happen, really? Nothing had ever happened to Yvetta and she did it all the time.
Yvetta had said that Dylan was coming at about seven o'clock, but we sat and watched TV until he turned up at eight. "Hey, babe" he said, when Yvetta opened the door. "You ready? I want to get going."
"Um, yeah. I just need to get my stuff…" Yvetta said, as she walked back into the house, leaving me with the two guys. I could see the guy who must be Jack standing behind Dylan. He wasn't quite what I'd hoped. He was about my height, and had really, really bad skin. And greasy hair.
But Mum had said that looks weren't that important, so maybe he'd be nice.
I didn't know what to say, and the guys didn't say anything. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to introduce myself or not, because Yvetta hadn't done it, but Dylan turned around and just said something to the guy who must be Jack, and kind of ignored me, so I didn't say anything.
Yvetta came back clutching a six-pack of those drinks that have vodka mixed with fruit juice or something. "OK" she said. "I've got my drinks."
"Cool" Dylan said. "'cos I only got enough beer for me and Jack. She's sharing with you, right?" He nodded in my direction.
Yvetta shrugged. "If she wants, I guess she can" she didn't sound enthused, and I wasn't either. I mean, I'd tasted alcohol at parties and stuff, but I didn't like it. Well, I didn't like Mum's wine. Or that beer Uncle Jason gave me to try. So this'd probably suck too. And it felt kind of wrong to be drinking. What if we got caught?
Although who was going to care at a private party? Probably they'd be Dylan's age and there'd be no parents or anything. And Dylan was nearly 18, so he could nearly drink legally anyway.
I shrugged. "Whatever" I said, figuring I'd just play it by ear.
We got into Dylan's car, which was really old and really messy and had, like, food wrappers and stuff all over the floor. And food. It was awful. It was worse than Mum's people mover. At least that didn't smell. Unless Ivan had been in it.
Yvetta sat in the passenger seat, so I had to sit in the back with the guy who I still assumed was Jack. As Dylan started the car and drove off the guy looked at me. "You still at school too?" he asked.
"Yeah" I said.
"Uh-huh" he said. His eyes slid down from my face and he was looking at my jumper now. He looked at my jumper for a long time. I was a bit worried I'd spilt something on the front of it, but when I looked down, I couldn't see anything. I really hoped he didn't know it was from Kmart.
But then he leaned forward in his seat and said in Dylan's ear, just quietly but loud enough that I managed to hear, even over the music coming out of the speakers, "You were right about the rack."
I realised he was talking about me, and worse, he was talking about my boobs. It was awful, I felt really uncomfortable, and I just sat there and I'm sure that I was really, really blushing because it was weird that he'd be looking at me like that.
But at the same time, it was kind of nice. I mean, he thought I looked good. Well, he liked my boobs. It was the same, wasn't it? Guys were meant to think you were cute, and then they talked to you, and got to know you, and they wanted to be with you. That was how it happened.
It might have been nicer if I thought he was cute, but I wasn't going to be picky and stupid. He might be really nice and smart. So I should definitely give him a chance.
Yvetta was singing along with the music playing in the car and I wanted to join in, but I didn't want to look dumb in front of Jack, so I didn't. I just sat there and wondered where we were going.
I think it was Ellerslie when Dylan pulled the car over and parked. It was just an ordinary street, with a lot of houses in it. And a lot of cars all parked down the street. I guess they belonged to people here for the party. I hadn't thought it was going to be that big. I hoped it wasn't one of those ones with lots of gate crashers where they have to call the police, 'cos Mum would be seriously pissed off if I was at one of those parties.
Good thing she'd never know.
Dylan got out of the car and walked around to the boot and opened it. Jack got out and joined him. I got out and Yvetta whispered to me, "Just be really cool, OK? I think Jack's really hot for you."
"Oh. OK" I said. I still wasn't sure how I felt about Jack.
"OK, you girls ready to have a good time?" Dylan said, coming over to put his arm around Yvetta.
"Yeah!" she said, enthusiastically. I noticed that Dylan was now carrying beer, and Jack had some too. I guess everyone was going to be drinking. I guess I could maybe try some.
The party was inside a house but I didn't know who it belonged to. There were a heap of people there, spilling outside the house. It was loud, there were a lot of people screaming and yelling and some were dancing in the corner where there were big speakers playing some music I didn't really recognise or like. Yvetta and Dylan pushed through the crowd and I tried to follow them, but I stood on this girl's foot and she glared at me, and she looked really scary, but I didn't mean to. It wasn't easy to walk in these stupid shoes of Ana's.
Eventually we found a sofa in a corner. It was a pretty grotty sofa and I didn't want to sit on it in my new clothes, but Dylan sat down, and Yvetta sat in his lap and then Jack sat down and I didn't have a choice but to sit there too. The sofa was small though, and I was pressed right up against Jack and his thigh was against mine and it wasn't nice, it was kind of uncomfortable.
But maybe I'd get used to it. I gave him a smile and I think he kind of smiled back. "So, do you work with Dylan?" I asked. I had to shout so he'd hear me.
Jack opened a beer and shook his head. "Nah" he shouted back. "I work in a bank."
"Oh. Cool" I said. That seemed better than a supermarket, anyway. So if Jack asked me out, I'd have a boyfriend with a better job than Yvetta's boyfriend had, because in a bank, he could like, get promoted and stuff.
Yvetta was now kissing Dylan and I couldn't talk to her and I didn't know what else to say to Jack. This was all pretty lame. I wished we hadn't come. I wished we'd just stayed at Yvetta's and made popcorn and watched a movie.
I wondered what movie they'd watched at home tonight.
I was looking around the room, watching all the people I didn't know drinking and dancing and talking and kissing, when Yvetta tapped me on the shoulder. "You want one of my drinks? You can have one, if you want" she said.
I figured it wouldn't hurt to try. "OK" I said, as she passed it to me.
The party got a lot better after that. I drank three of those drinks of Yvetta's. They tasted really nice, not at all like the wine or the beer I'd tried, but like a soft drink. I really liked them. And when we'd drunk all the drinks Yvetta had, she and I got up and danced, and that was a lot of fun. Dancing was much better than sitting around. We got talking to this other girl who was there, who Yvetta had met before through Dylan, and she had this bottle of something called Kahlua and she was mixing it with Coke, and that was really good too. Because I got really thirsty when I was dancing so the drink was kind of nice.
And then Dylan came over and was dancing with Yvetta, while they stood there and kissed a lot. And he kept grabbing her boob, which was odd to see. He looked like he squeezed it really roughly too. And then Jack came up and danced behind me, like, pressing into my back. And my bum. It felt weird, because it wasn't like we were going out or anything. And I could feel him breathing on me, which I really didn't like, and I was worried he might grab my boob, because I didn't want him to, but I wasn't sure if I could say no if he did because I didn't want him to think I was a baby, and I was having a pretty good time now and it would be a shame to spoil it all.
And then Jack turned me round to face him and he stuck his tongue down my throat and I really wasn't expecting that. I almost choked. It was really, really gross, and I was pretty sure that Eric didn't do it like that to Mum because it didn't make me want to giggle, it made me want to bring my knee up and get him in the nuts. Really, really hard.
But he pulled back, thank God, and I could breathe again, and he said "You're pretty hot" and I felt a bit better after that. I mean, he was only doing it because he liked me after all. So I let him do it again. I still didn't like it though. And he tasted yucky. I guess it was the beer. And he smelt kind of sweaty.
I didn't know where to put my hands so I put them on his shoulders, and Jack had his on my waist, but then one drifted up my side and I knew he was heading for my boob and I panicked and stepped back and away from him, and crashed into this other girl who said "Oi! Watch my drink, you stupid bitch!", but she didn't do anything to me.
"What's wrong?" Jack asked.
"Nothing" I said. "I just…I want some air." I felt really sick all of a sudden. I picked up my drink from where the cup was balanced on the bookcase, and then I walked past Jack, who just shrugged and said "Suit yourself." I looked around for Yvetta, so I could get her to come with me, but I couldn't see her anywhere now and I really hoped she hadn't left without me or anything.
It was really, really hard to walk in these stupid shoes now. I had to concentrate on putting each foot down carefully, so I didn't fall over, but I did once. Or twice. And it really hurt when I went over and my ankle bent. But I tried holding onto the wall and that was better, and I just kept going.
Outside there were still a lot of people but the air felt a lot better. Inside had been hot and close and I'd been regretting wearing a jumper. I was glad of it now.
There were a couple of people lying on a sun lounger by the back door and they were almost naked and I'm pretty sure they were actually doing it. Like, having sex in front of everyone. I wondered if that's what Yvetta was doing. I hoped Jack didn't want me to do it because I couldn't.
My stomach churned, and all of a sudden that drink hadn't been such a good idea. I turned to the side and threw up into a garden. "Having a good night there!" someone called out, and they laughed, but everyone else just ignored me. It looked like there was another pool of vomit next to mine anyway, so maybe I hadn't been the only one.
And when I lifted my head there was a guy pissing against the house a metre or so away from me. He just looked at me and didn't say anything. He was swaying on his feet anyway.
This was a horrible place and I didn't want to be here. I wanted to go home. I wanted Mum, but she'd be really angry with me now for coming here and for drinking, because she'd told me what my real dad had done and said that I needed to be responsible with alcohol and stuff because all drugs could be bad if you got hooked on them.
And then it occurred to me. Oh my God, I was drunk! I couldn't go home like this. I was stuck here, and I didn't know where Yvetta was, and I didn't know how to get home and I hated it all, so, so much.
I sat down on the ground and cried. Some girl I didn't know came over to me and asked if I was OK, but her speech sounded kind of slurred. The guy she was with said "Leave her" sharply. "It'll be boyfriend shit." Then she tottered off after him and I was all alone again.
I walked back into the house and found my bag by the sofa where I'd left it. I looked over at Jack, but he was now kissing the girl who'd given me the Kahlua, and feeling her boob, and she didn't seem to mind. I still couldn't find Yvetta.
I went back out the front door and stood on the driveway. I wasn't sure what to do. I could call a taxi, but I didn't have enough money and I didn't know where I was and I was scared of being in one all on my own anyway, and if I went back to Yvetta's I couldn't get in as she had the key, and if I woke up Ana she might be mad at Yvetta and then Yvetta would be mad at me.
Or I could have waited by Dylan's car, but maybe Jack would be mad with me now and I didn't want to have to get in the car with him. And I didn't know how long I'd have to wait anyway, and I wanted to go now.
Except I couldn't, because I threw up again. It was horrible. I was on my hands and knees heaving onto the grass and someone patted my backside and laughed and I felt like if I stayed here something bad was going to happen. I stood back up and wiped my mouth on a tissue I had in my bag.
Then I pulled out my phone and I called the first number I could think of. I was a bit worried he wouldn't answer, but then he did. "Daddy?" I said, and I burst into tears. "Daddy I want to come home."
So our drinking age is 18, but like a lot of places we have problems with under-age drinking, and binge-drinking especially. It's not that hard to get hold of alcohol.
Thanks for reading!
