Breaking Through

The Party That Kills

"911, What is your emergency?"
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It was time. I had on my black cowboy boots, some white washed jeans, and a black and white plaid button-down. I braided my hair to the side and pushed my hat down. I might be a rebel, but I'm also a loud and proud country girl. My camera hung from my neck, like it always did when I wasn't in school. I took a few photos of myself, knowing most of them would be deleted. I thundered down the stairs and out the door. I passed Miranda who was already dry-humping her boyfriend of the week in his car. I had no doubt that she would be at the party. I hopped on my bike and rang the bell as I passed them. I knew that my old fashioned bike annoyed her, and when I interrupted her sex life it annoyed her even more. I heard her screaming curses as I pedaled down the street.

I got to the party at the right time. It was already in full swing. The near-by trash cans were half-full of liquor containers, the majority of the containers still littered about in the grass.

I took a lot of pictures, the mainly of people that came to me for photos. I charged them of course, just five dollars for a photo, and everyone in the photo got their own. I already knew that tomorrow would be exhausting with me running around handing out photos. Most of them were amazing. There were so many photogenic people, whether they knew it or not.

Sometime during the night I got a notification from my camera. The SD card was full. I sighed and went about changing the cards. I stuck the full one in my back pocket, away from the spares I had in my front pocket. While I was adjusting my camera, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned towards them, still fiddling with the camera. When I was done, I looked up. It was that linebacker from earlier today. I was surprised to say the least. I looked around, seeing no back-up group of boys.

"Um, yeah?"

"Oh! Um, I wanted to know what was up with earlier,... I mean.... what did I do to you? Well, I know that the others... And a lot of the people at school... They don't mean to be... Well, they do... But I don't.. So?.."

I kind of looked at him like he was crazy. He was really nervous, which is extremely unnerving when you remember that he is supposed to be this confident guy all the time.

"I don't know you. I don't want to know you. So you can go back and tell your friends that the game is over. The joke is didn't work."

The poor guy was absolutely bewildered. He went to say something, but I interjected.

"Look, I'm not "in to" the things you are. You can go finish getting hammered, find some drunk cheerleader, and have some fun. I prefer the solitude of photography."

And with that, I took a picture of his discombobulated face. He just stood there, like a gaping fish.

"I promise that whatever your thinking, it's not right." He finally just burst out.

"I'm not drunk, I don't want a cheerleader, I'm not trying to pull a trick on you.."

"Then what is it?!" I huffed.

"I like you, you crazy bitch!"

And I stopped breathing. This guy was mental. I wanted to deck him in the face so hard for calling me a bitch, but I realized that it probably wasn't a good idea considering he just announced his feelings. But I couldn't take him seriously, right? Life isn't a fairytale.

"Yeah... That's totally awesome and everything, especially the fact that you just proclaimed your love or whatever and called me a bitch in the same sentence, but I don't even know your name. So... How about we talk about this later. Kay?" I said as I slowly backed away.

As I turned around, I saw a couple disappear into the woods. I waited until I felt I had blended in enough with the crowds before I followed them. I tried to make it seem as inconspicuous as possible. It was my first scandal of the night, I couldn't slip up. I followed the couple into a small clearing between the trees. I saw a cheerleader uniform so I figured it would be wise to take extra care with the clarity of my photos.
I got a few good ones but left before it got really heavy. I wasn't like that. I didn't get "off" watching people like others did. I find those types of things appalling, but that might just be my virgin mind going "eww". People really are into weird stuff.