The player has game

Intro

I step out of the taxi cab, and rush to the door of my apartment building that I share with my best friend Mandy. I try to avoid being caught by my sister who was crashing at my house for a few days until mom got back in town. Why am I sneaking out? I'm nineteen. I can make my own rules, right?

Wrong. My older sister Alex is bossy and thinks everything has to be her way. If she's not happy, then nobody is. If she finds out that I'm underage and snuck out to a club, I would never hear the end of it. Not to mention she would tell my mom who would probably go off.

I step through the door and see Alex sitting in a chair. I look over at the clock who mirrors my same blank expression. "Ugh shit! What are you still doing up?" I ask her.

"What were you doing out, Kirsten?"

"I was at the movies with a friend! Not that it's any of your buisness, Alex I'm nineteen! I can make my own choices. Besides no more bossing me around anymore. You're not batman," I slur, and end up laughing my head off at myself. Oops. Cover blown. How much have I had to drink?

I go up to wherever she's sitting, or should I say stumble, and yank the blanket out from under her. "Hey I was using that," she protests.

I reply, "No, fat ass. You were sitting on it. There's a difference between using a blanket, and suffocating it with your butt!" I start dying laughing again and she sits there speechless holding her book.

After I finally make the trip to my bathroom, I barf really loud into the toilet. Suddenly in comes Alex holding my hair.

"Well, next time at least bring Mandy with you. She's more responsible and I would prefer that if you're going to get drunk for no reason, that at least you have a responsible friend there with you." She says to me.

Responsible my ass. Mandy is a more extreme version of me. Anytime that we go somewhere together, and possibly get drunk, there's ninety-five percent chance I will end up with more tatoos and body peircings than before.

Alright, so maybe tha tatoo thing only happened once. I was at that "so drunk stage" where you think your superman or whatever, and that you are invincible because you can't feel anything. Yeah, I thought it would be fun to get a tatoo since I couldn't feel it.

Stupid decision that was. Now I perminately have a tatoo of a butterfly above my right kidney. And under it, it's says "fly away." At least I had some sense, even though when I thought I was superman, I also thought I could fly. So I jumped off the top of my car, and thought I was invincible. At least the tatoo pain went away before I could feel it. I felt the pain of three fractured bones for six weeks.

When I was at the club though, I actually did go with Mandy. We did almost everything I did do together, except leaving. She went home with some guy, and I got the hell out of there whenever the police went in looking for underage drinkers about an hour after she did. Me and about six other of us left using the back door. But here I am now, finally standing up from puking forever and pushing my sister away.

I rinse my mouth out and brush that awful taste out of my mouth, before I make my way stumbling down the hall. I pick up the pink and white polka dotted blanket I dropped in the bathroom doorway before I puked, and go to my bedroom. I ignore the covers and just strip down to my underwear, curling up on top of the perfectly made bed with the blanket over my body. I quickly drift off to sleep.

Bzzzzzz-. Bzzzzzz-. Bzzzz- I jump up frightened and slap the OFF button on my alarm.

"What the hell?" Mandy mumbles waking up in her bed on the other side of the room we share. The apartment isn't big, just a simple one bedroom, one bath, but we've decorated the place nicely, keep it somewhat clean, and the layout makes sense.

"Sorry, I forgot I had the damn thing on. I would have turned it off."

"Too late. I'm up now. What happened to you last night?" She grumbles.

"I got a little drunk, the cops came, so I took a cab home. What about you I thought you went home with that guy?" I answer.

"He was a dickhead who wanted sex, as usual, so I teased him, and I left. " Mandy plays guys. She's never technically had sex, but the way she acts with guys, it's just as much of a sin. Not that either of us care.

"Oh cool. I'm gonna go and get some asprin," I say getting up. I notice that my head is pounding, so I wrap the blanket around my chest concealing my half naked body and go into the bathroom, careful not to wake Alex up, who is on the sofa bed, and I take out a cup to follow with water. I swallow the pill, and go back to my room.

My horrible brown hair is a giant messy not, so I take out a brush to run through. Mandy is lucky. She has a gourgous tan complexion, and dyed blonde hair that actually looks good on her. It makes her stand out more with her Mexican look, only not as Mexican now with the hair. Anytime I try to tan I burn.

I get up and go to my closet and pull out a shirt to throw on. It's lame, but who cares. It's out the window that has me distracted. There are sirens, lights flashing, and outside my door is yelling.

A/n
Hey guys it's me! I hope you enjoyed the introduction! Please read, vote, comment, follow, ect. If you do I love you! But please no hate. :P

*life update: I feel like I'm gonna puke too because I just ate an entire huge bag of popcorn at the movies* 5.23.15

See ya later my people, now to go be sick.