Amy had always wondered what happened to Matthew. He'd been gone for a week now, and she never heard from him. One day, she went to his house check up on him. After knocking for 15 minutes, she decided to just go in. To her surprise, the house was completely empty. No TV, no furniture, no tables, no Matthew. Okay, so he moved away without telling her? What a dick.
She decided she would tell her friends about it when they were at the mall.
"Why would he not tell me?" she asked.
"Did he tell anyone?" asked her best friend, whose nickname was Cream.
"I don't know. No one seems to notice he's gone."
"Maybe you scared him off?"
Amy brushed her hair out of her eyes. "What? No. He would've just said something, wouldn't he? I mean, he's a nice guy. Or he was. I don't know…"
Cream shrugged. She was two years younger than Amy. "Well, he's history now. Move on. Look, there's some guy behind us staring at you."
Amy turned slightly, seeing a grown man staring at her creepily.
"No way," she said. They both laughed.
"But, I liked Matt," she continued. "He was… different. In a good way. He cared about me, unlike those other douchebags. Like, he really wanted to get to know me, and I could definitely tell he was into me."
"So why'd he leave?" Cream asked.
Amy glared at her. Then she heard someone calling her name. It was a boy's voice. Could it be… Matthew? She looked around to see who it was. It was just Richard, the start of the football team. He had three girls with him, too, all of them friends of Amy. Except for Richard, they came with Amy and Cream to the mall. They'd left previously to get a soda.
"Amy, Richard's having a party at his place tonight," said the first girl. "You should come."
Amy looked at Cream, who was giving her a look that said, "Don't do it."
Amy needed something to forget about Matthew. Almost all of the juniors and seniors were at the party. As soon as she got there, someone handed her a red plastic cup. Not caring what was in it, she gulped it down. It didn't take too much talking to convince her parents into letting her go. All she did was tell them she was going to a movie, and her parents trusted her. She didn't go to too many parties like this. She wasn't really the "party girl" type. She love get-togethers, but none like this. She came to the part with a mission: get hammered. Soon Matthew really would be a thing of the past.
But for some reason, she only drank two cups of the mysterious punch. The party was getting wild. Too wild. Someone had apparently brought a crowbar, and they were smashing holes into the wall. Another person was throwing toilet paper around, and someone else was ruining the walls with spraypaint. Amy found Richard and asked him what was going on.
With bloodshot eyes, he answered with a slur," We're just havin' some funamy. Lighten upalittle, will ya?"
"These guys are ruining your house!" she protested.
"Getoffmyass, will ya?" he slurred.
Amy found her friends. "We're leaving," she told them. "Now."
"Nooooo…!" one of them whined. All three of them were drunk.
"Stay 'n' partyyy…" the third one droned.
"Whatever," Amy said, rolling her eyes. "I'm going. I was supposed to be home an hour ago."
With that, she left, bawling. She didn't know why she was crying. She just was. Maybe it was because she had to walk home since someone from the party totaled her car. But it was probably because she realized that she missed Matthew. He and Cream were her only friends, not like those drunk whores. Right now, all she wanted was to be with her Matt.
The ground trembled, but only for a second, like an extremely quick earthquake. Then silence. Then it trembled again. Then silence. Then it trembled again. It felt like there was a giant walking. The steps started making noise.
Crash.
Crash.
Crash.