Posh Kids (Gen. 4)

Georgie

My overnight bag was held tightly in my hand as I approached Eleanor's house. In my right hand, however, was a bottle of vodka, taken from Mum and Dad's fancy storage thing. In the glass window of the front door, Eleanor's face popped out, her eyes filled with curiosity at me. She opened the door, and stared at the bottle of vodka.

"What's that?" asked Eleanor, who was starting to look uneasy.

"Its vodka. You drink it, preferably with friends," I said, gesturing to the bottle.

"You can't bring that inside. My mum will fucking kill me if she learned that I invited a person who brought alcohol or drugs to my house," said Eleanor, her eyes growing wide.

"What to do with it?" I exclaimed, dropping my bags on doorstep. Eleanor wrestled the bottle out of my hands, looked around, threw the bottle on the street, where it began rolling freely.

"What the fuck!" I yelled, watching Eleanor shrug slowly. As her mum's silhouette approached the door, I saw Eleanor's shoulders tense up, and her mum carrying a bundle of clothing. This night was going to be interesting if not fucked up. After Eleanor's failed attempt at pleading and her mum's refusal, I held a bright pink shirt to my chest, which had my initials inscribed on the breast pocket. Madeleine wore a similar one to mine, except hers was yellow, and Eleanor's was a baby blue. Eleanor and I were dressed, while Madeleine was at the window, slowly changing her shirt.

"Is there someone at that window?" I asked, seeing a flash of messy brown hair. Madeleine held her shirt to her bare chest, turned around, and nodded.

"Actually, there is four of them," she said, pointing to the window with her free hand. Nash, Harper, and Nate appeared in the window.

"Where's the fourth person?" asked Eleanor, her expression confused.

"Here," said a muffled voice.

"Is that Reid?" I asked, walking to the window. Harper nodded, and then, I heard a high pitched scream, and Nash suddenly appeared shorter.

"No. That was Reid," said Nash, whose eyebrows and messy hair were only noticeable.

"Oh my fuck. You guys get to the ground, and then we'll talk."

Sorry for the late and short update. Right now, I am writing This Is How It Began