My Foster Sister

Chapter Three-The Party

I turn the page. The little lamp on my nightstand is the only source of light in my bedroom at this hour. It's 1:30am on a Saturday morning. Last night I started a new Agatha Christie book and I can't put it down. I know. On Friday nights, I am such a party animal.

I hear a car door slam shut. Curious, I walk over to my window. I'm wearing my light blue pajamas. They are so comfortable. My dirty blonde hair is down and I have on my socks with little soccer balls on them.

Slowly, I open my curtains and squint out into the dark night. A car is pulled up next to my mailbox. My eyes start to adjust to the darkness and I see a skinny figure get out of the passenger side. Another person, I'm guessing a man by his build, gets out on the other side and walks over to the first person. Then, they start making out. Gross. I squint a little more and I realize that I know these people. After they finish, Drew whispers something in Jessica's ear. A few seconds later, Drew gets back in his car and Jessica starts stumbling back to the house.

I quickly close my curtains. Well, I did not want to see that. I wonder how she's going to get back in the house. Everyone's asleep and surely she could not come in through the locked front door. I guess she really did go to his party.

A squeaking sound comes from across the hallway, so I go to investigate. When I arrive in Jessica's bedroom, I see her window half way open and her pushing it. Her bedroom is very organized, very plain and simple. No pictures, no decorations, just the necessities.

With a sigh, I go over to her window and help her in. She's wearing an extremely short sequence dress and tall black high heels. Her dark red hair is in curls and make up is caked on her face. I guess this is what you wear to a party.

As I gently tug her into her room, she looses balance and falls to her floor. Her hair falls in her face and she starts giggling. She sits with her legs split apart like she's going to start stretching, and her hands are placed in between them. She slouches forward and I fear that she is going to face plant into the floor. But that's her problem.

I watch her from the open window, an eyebrow raised in suspicion. She looks like a maniac.

Finally, she stops laughing and tries to get up to go to her bed. She tries repeatedly, but always ends up falling. I sigh again before walking over to her on the ground.

I take off her heels and throw them in the closet. Then, I pull her up and drag her to her bed. I place Jessica on her bed and pull her covers over her. She's just going to have to sleep in her dress because there is no way I am changing her.

I smell the alcohol on her breath and cringe backwards. It smells disgusting. I think she had a bit too much to drink. She looks up at me.

"Parties are so much fun. Drew is soooo hot," she slurs. I shake my head at her. He really is not that attractive.

I turn around to leave her, but my head gets yanked back.

"Oooo. So pretty," Jessica says pulling at my hair in between her fingers.

"Jessica," I hiss, grabbing my hair and glaring at her. She smiles and then her eyes close.

Before I go back to my room, I head downstairs and come back up to her room with a throw up bucket. If she wakes up and doesn't make it to the bathroom in time, I would have to smell the puke coming from her room, and I do not enjoy that particular fume.

I put the throw up bucket by her bedside and she's fast asleep. Her sharp features seemed relaxed as she snores slightly. I turn off her light and silently walk to my room, careful not to make a sound.

After gently closing my door, I doggy page my book. I don't feel like reading anymore. I place my book on my desk next to six others. I promise myself to return them to my library tomorrow.

I climb into my cozy bed and check my phone one last time. I go to my email and find a new message from my soccer coach. It reads,
"So excited for our big tournament coming up in three weeks! We're going to start our team diet tomorrow, just a heads up. That means no Twix, Beth. I mean it. I heard about last time."

I chuckle after reading it. I love my soccer team. Coach Lilly is an amazing coach, even if she is a little strict. And Beth has a major obsession with Twix bars. She always has one with her. I play defense and I'm the defense captain. My friend Margaret is the offense captain. We're like a big family and I would do just about anything for my team. With that in mind I slowly slip into a peaceful sleep.