American Asia

Party Crasher

Zachary

I’m gonna guess girls don’t like to wake up at 7:00 AM to someone knocking on the door, especially when they went to bed, excuse me, sleep, at about two in the morning. At least, that’s what it seemed like when six sleepy-eyed, tousle-haired, half-dressed, teenage girls opened the door and slammed it back in my face. I probably have a broken nose now. I rang the doorbell and pounded on the door until Hanna’s mom came and opened it for me. I was invited in and when I stepped in I saw soda cans, candy wrappers, movie cases, and six girls strewn across the living room.

“Girls, you have a visitor.” Hanna’s mom yelled from the kitchen.

“If it’s Zach, we don’t want him here. Tell him to go away.” Hanna jabbered sleepily.

“You know I can hear you, don’t you?” I huffed. Hanna snorted and threw a crumpled soda can at me, which I dodged easily. However, she started a rally with the other five and pretty soon I had candy wrappers and pop cans being thrown at me light speed from all over the place.

“Okay, okay, I’ll leave!” I yelped when Asia’s head popped out of nowhere and stuffed three ice cubes down my shirt. I also got nailed in the head with a coke bottle by Kinsey.