I am going to a party so i had to find the right outfit, even though i'm not sure i want to go but what's the worse that can happen. I finally found the right outfit it was black with a red cat head on the chest, with black eyes too.

The cat was sown on as well as the eyes; and the shirt had a hood that had Cat ears on it. I was going for the 'Emily the Strange' look on the outfit. I also found the red plaid miniskirt was underneath it.

I got out of my clothes and put the outfit on with my combat boots, headed down the stairs and out the door heading to Claire's mansion. I finally get there.

"Kira! It's about time!" Uma exclaimed, giving me an excited hug as I locked the truck and shoved the keys into my pocket. Rosie appeared and we all had a group hug moment. The faint lights illuminating from Claire's front porch dimly lit our walk up the driveway and to her monstrous house. Rosie decided to go in first, then Uma, and I went in last.

All three of us felt insecure. No, not just insecure, but extremely. Various party-goers stopped with beers in hand to sneer at us just as we come in through the door. Obviously, it won't be long until Claire found out we're here. So we might as well enjoyed it while we could.

"I wonder if they have any soda," Rosie muttered, digging into the third cooler we've tried so far and still found nothing but beer, beer, and more freakin' beer.

"I'll just go poor myself a cup of water," I murmured, feeling pretty silly for being here in the first place and went into the kitchen. No Claire yet, this must be a good sign. At least, I wish it was.

"Is the freak show afraid to drink a little alcohol?" a sneering voice cooed behind me. Wow, that was fast.

Indeed it was my worst nightmare standing where I least wanted to look right now. I felt myself freeze in place, then turned around from the sink and took a sip of the water that I'm obviously being judged for getting.

"Alcohol kills brain cells. I don't want any of it if it's going to dissolve my brain to be similar to yours."

It was the first thing that came to my mind. But as lame as it was, it was still enough to bring an annoyed scowl to Claire's face. Smiling to myself, I thought I could handle it.

Apparently not...

"Don't test me," her voice was low, and I could tell I had pissed her off. Maybe being slightly drunk makes your fuse a little shorter?

"Well what do you call all that shit you give me during school?"

"Well, gee, I don't know," she looked up innocently.

"All I know is that you deserve it." Oh god, please let me hit her.

Rosie and Uma struggled through the crowd with concern faces. Though, that concern immediately switched to fear and Uma couldn't finish her sentence.

"Kira, how long does it take to get a glass of..." Everyone's eyes turned from the interesting conversation between Claire and I to Rosie and Uma.

"...water..." she finished with a gulp and slunked back a bit, but Rosie wouldn't move out of her way, wondering if she should stand her ground or if the crowd who was wrapped around Claire's finger would take her out easily.

I was scared of the same thing, and growled as Claire began to sqawk again.

"You brought the rest of 'em?" she snickered.

"All three of you know you weren't welcome here in the first place."

"We thought we'd drop by anyway, we are her chaperones" Uma attempted to create her own clever comeback, but as Claire looked at her, she shut up.

"What part of 'unwelcome' is there not to understand?" she hissed lowly. Damn, she had gotten meaner since the seventh grade. She even dropped that whole 'Like, totally' routine. If anything, I'm afraid that she had actually learned something in high school.

And that something had gotten her to be just as popular as Hannah Montana, and use her money wisely to earn her place in the cheer squad. If I knew any better, I'd say she was the most evil being in the world of the living so far.

"I don't understand why you have to be such a bitch," I muttered out loud.

Claire looked back at me, glaring as if she were a tigress and I had just interrupted her beauty sleep (And to agree with her for once, she does need a lot of it). I didn't move though, that's what sucked. Because I couldn't.

If she were alone, I probably would have been able to take her down with a hand tied behind my back. But no, we were at a party. Her party. And there was a whole bunch of big fans of hers out there that could break me in half if I touched her.

Why was the thought of them stopping me from at least trying to kick Claire's tush? Because my Ghost With The Most wasn't here.

I couldn't sense his presence anywhere, and I wasn't going to be able to hold back these muscle spasms trying to punch her any longer. Without him, I had no strength within myself, and I wouldn't have the pleasure of watching him juice them all.

"What did you say, freak show?"

"Hold that thought," I said, turned around and snagged a cup of beer from a tall dark haired boy standing behind me. He looked at me confused for a moment.

"Thank you," I nodded to him, then turned back around and lifted the cup up as if I were going to drink the fluids it held

But right before the plastic of the cup could touch my lips, I jerked it forward and splashed a cup full of Budwiser all over Claire's outfit. Rosie and Uma looked relieved, obviously scared that I was actually about to start drinking.

Claire on the other hand, was even worse than what we started out with on her pissed off scale. I literally saw the liquid of the beer evaporate off of her face from how steamed she had gotten.

The rest of the crowd, who had been laughing hysterically, suddenly scooted back away from the center of attention.

Claire screamed wildly and several jockies leapt out from random bits of the party. I felt like a Charlie's Angel about to fight a bunch of bad guys. It reminded me of one of those weird fighting scenes, judging how fast they had entered her presence to help rid Claire of her problems.

"You want to have a beer fight?" The wicked look on her face told me this wasn't good.

"Hold her still," Claire commanded the confused boys wrapped around her fingers.

"Better yet, pin her to the floor."

"Don't bring your stupid henchman into this! Come on, lets fight girl to girl," I snarled threateningly at her.

Claire smiled, obviously ignoring my insults I wildly threw at her. But before I could say anymore, they did as they were told.

Suddenly, I was being pinned down by the arms and legs by two guys who were just behind her five fucking seconds ago! Damn that was fast.

Not to mention that the one time I actually stand up for myself, I can't even get the enjoyment of punching someone! Claire cackled slightly to herself as she held up a large bottle of Moonshine. My eyes grew wide.

"That stuff is illegal!"

"My daddy always keeps a few tucked away in the back of the liquor cabinet. Illegal, yes, but I won't be the one drinking it. Now open wide, girlie!" she smiled again, unscrewing the lid and lowering the bottle to my mouth as if she were expecting me to drink from it.

I pulled away, trying to think.

"Beetlejuice-"

"Don't say that!" Claire screeched, obviously still remembering when she had called out Beetlejuice herself, and hated it.

With loyalty in their hearts, one of the Jocks pinned my arm down by the joint with the weight of his body, using his knee, and used his free hand to hold my mouth open, but keep me from speaking.

"Kira!" Rosie and Uma yelled in unison, trying to make their way to help me, but a few other Claire fans wouldn't let them pass.

"Wait your turn, you two!" she snapped. Wrinkling my nose, I licked the Jock's hand when he tried to keep me from speaking. He pulled it away and I took it as an opening.

"Beetlejuice!"

Claire yelled in frustration when I said it again. Just one more time, that's all I needed was one more time to say it and he'd be here to help. But would I really expose him like this?

I needed time to think. I needed time, period! But time was something scarce, and when that bottle of Moonshine was forced down my throat and tilted up, I choked and gargled as much as I could, but I swallowed a good deal of it before I figured what to do.

I shoved my tongue through the opening of the nose and plugged it before I was forced to drink any more of the strong liquid.

"Swallow it!" Claire growled, shoving it further into my mouth.

I sputtered again and choked, this time inhaling a little bit of it. This wasn't good...at all. Jerking my head to the side as hard as I could, I yanked the bottle from Claire's perfect manicure. Struggling one last time under the weight of two football players, I thrusted my torso in the air, smacking Claire in the head with the bottle as I held onto the tip with my teeth.

Then, I fell back, pushing the bottle out of my mouth by the tongue and let the glass break on the floor. Very little of the clear liquid was left, and I felt so gross and dizzy all at the same time. I wanted to laugh, I wanted to get up and move on to the next bit of action in this joint, but I couldn't.

Taking deep breaths, I didn't know what to do. One more time I call his name and he would appear in front of everyone. But if I waited, I could have had several more beers forced down my throat and my sister and friend wouldn't be too happy about that. What to do?!

The weight on my body lifted immediately, as if this whole time I were being dragged down to hell, and now I'm finally floating back up to the surface. Standing up lazily, I squinted real hard just to get a less blurry vision of what I was seeing.

Whatever was going on, it made the boys retreat off of me and everyone stand still in both respect and fear. Finally, I eventually realized that an adult-adult(as in, someone who was obviously old enough to be our parents, possibly) had discovered, and joined in on the party.

Many whispers such as those began to fill the awkward silence with a low murmur and soft hissing. By the sound of the unbrushed teeth, weird outfit and stripes for style, I'd say it was the Mr. 'Handy Dandy' Man. But I couldn't be too sure, I mean right now I could only hear, and my hearing was faint.

"Babes?" a confused person asked, growling louder by the sound of it. Guessing he was coming closer, I couldn't think of anything right to say. For a minute, I didn't even think it was me who was speaking. But surely enough, I felt like I meant every word of it.

"Hey hot stuff!" I said, still not able to see, I went to throw my arms around someone, anyone, but ended up getting Claire. She screamed and I pushed her away.

"Jeez babes, don't run away from your feelings," I joked and leaned on the countertop for support. If I could think right now, I'd probably be looking for some way to start getting sober, and fast.

An annoyed grunt sounded and I felt my wrist being grabbed. Didn't take my drunken mind long to find out that whoever had entered the party to cause such a silence was pulling me out. I took about five seconds stuttering, and not on purpose either, and shouted loud for everyone to hear,

"Thats all folks!"

And then the door slammed behind me.