(Ab) Normal

(Mostly) Normalish

April 24, 2015
Hi. I'm Monica, and this is my normal boring life. I don't know why your interested, but...hey. I'm not going to stop you from peering into my life. You'll probably die of boredom anyway.
My parents have normal, boring office jobs, and I'm an only child so I come home to my normal boring house and do normal boring things like homework. Which sucks. I can't wait until tomorrow; it's my 18th birthday, and my friends and I are headed to Germany; so long, arschlochs! I'm going to go have normal boring meatloaf for dinner now; bye, I guess.

April 25, 2015

"Monni! How's it feel? You're an adult, and over Spring break we're totally blowing off the rest of the school year in Germany!" Niki exclaims as I walk into school on my birthday.
"Awesome! Especially the whole Germany thing! Can't wait!"
See? I'm really just a normal boring girl. I don't know why you're even still here.
But stay.

Tonight Derick, my boyfriend, is taking me out to dinner to celebrate. But I didn't really expect anything else; he takes me out to dinner every Friday night. Why should tonight be any different? But maybe I can make my normal boring nothing-of-a-life something. I'm 18 now! Live a little, Monni!
Ok, maybe not tonight, but I make myself a promise that from now on I will live a more exciting, something of a life; I just don't know what that something is going to be yet.
BEEP!! "Monni! Hurry up, birthday girl!" Derick calls from below.
"Kay! I'm coming!" I yell from my window, hurrying down the stairs.
I get into the passenger's side of the car, but as Derick starts the car, I start phase 1 of Project Exciting Life.
"Can I drive tonight?" I ask.
"Um, sure! Ok."
"Don't act so surprised," I tease, scootching over into his seat.
" Sorry, it's just you never--"
"Shut up," I laugh, adjusting the seat as he fastens his seatbelt.
"Ok! Where to, O Great Driver?" Derick teases back, kissing my cheek.
"How 'bout... we crash that club downtown? That 21-and-over club that Veronika Freeze's dad owns, Slutz? I'm feeling adventurous tonight," I tell him.
"But... You literally just said that it's a 21-and-over club. There's no way we're getting in," he tells me.
"Just follow my lead," I assure him.
"If you're so sure..."
"And I am."
"Well, then why are we still sitting here? Let's go!" he says, smiling like a kid.
"Ok, ok! Give me a minute," I say, backing the big black SUV out of my driveway.
You can hear the music pulsing from 3 blocks away, and the colored flashing lights appear a block away.
"Are you ready? Try to look tall. Let me handle the talking," I assure him.
"Alright, but if we don't get in here I get to choose where we go." Derick says with confidence.
"Well, then it is absolutely mandatory we make it in, huh?" I say smugly.
"I hear there's mini golf open tonight," he replies.
I groan as he laughs.
"Name?" a security guard asks me.
"I know Mr. Freeze's daughter Veronika; she was a freshman when I was a senior," I inform him.
"You want me to believe that? You and everybody else! 'We dated,' 'We were friends,' 'My cousin was her math tutor,' Just stop it; you're not getting in," he tells us.
"Mini golf," Derick whispers in my ear.
I glare at him, but instead tell the guard it's my 21st birthday, and there's no better way to celebrate than Slutz.
He states at me questioningly for a minute longer, but finally lets us in.
Derick and I get wild, hearts thumping to the trashy music lasting out of the speakers, until midnight when I find him passed out on some random girl's lap; when I haul him up she doesn't notice because she's passed out too. My head doesn't feel normal either; kind of buzzy and hazy, and I can't think straight; too many shots. I consider laying down with them and pretending to be passed out myself, but Mom and Dad would freak if I weren't home in the morning, so I try shaking Derick and getting us out of here; I can at least drive us home before I pass out; I can do that much.
"Derick," I moan, trying to shake him too his senses; it takes 10 minutes.
"We need to leave," I tell him.
"What? Why?! What time is it?!" he moans/yells.
"3 am!"
"How are you still sober?"
"I'm not; but I'm driving us home!" I yell.
He just groans as I drag him out.
I load him into the back seat, and get into the drivers seat.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" he asks.
"No, but we don't really have another option," I tell him, a headache flushing my head as I start the car.
I'm ok for about the first mile, only hitting a stop sign and a couple of orange plastic safety cones, but I'm the only car on the road, so it's ok. But I start to loose it around the second mile, when I can't read any signs and my head fills with pain, seeing double-blurry vision of everything, swerving the car around like crazy, and then I hear the crunch of metal and a pair of screams; then there is nothing.