Aspen Heights And The Stolen Notebook

Chapter 1| The Adventure begins

Aspen's P.O.V

I sat in the uncomfortable fiery red chair as I wrote in my black composition notebook. Every once in a while I would see Max, my best friend, look over and see what I was writing. The bell rang signaling the end of the day which meant I could go home and spend my time writing in my journal. I pushed all of my binders into my backpack and I made my way out the doors and waited for Max to come.

"We should go out today!"

" I don't do parties, Max. You of all people know that."

"Come on. It's Friday night and you're going to spend it in your room?"

"Yes." I stated blankly. I continued my long walk home with Max trailing behind me since we lived next to each other. Ideas were swarming through my head of what to write next and before I knew it I was walking up to my front door and waving bye to Max. I walked in before I was stopped by my mother.

"How was your day, sweetheart?"

"Fine I guess." I said with a sigh and with a bored expression on my face. Before my mom could ask any more questions, I made my way to my bedroom but I was stopped halfway by my annoying younger brother.

"What do you want Daniel?"

"Why?"

I knew where this conversation was headed. Every time he said why I had to respond with because. I called it the why game but it annoyed the shit out of me half the time.

"Because your mom said so." I said and made my way down the long hallway and made a turn to the only room on this side of the house. I walked in and threw my bag on the floor after I grabbed my journal. I sat down at my desk and started writing. Hour after hour I spent writing about the adventures of Emerson Quinn and how she survives high school. Emerson was actually me and all of her high school adventures are based off of my own. I continued writing until I heard a knock on my balcony door. I turned my head and saw Max standing in a red flannel and a pair of black jeans. I got up from my chair and made my way through the stacks of Spider-man comic books that were stacked on the floor and I finally made my way to the balcony door.

"Come on. Let's go." said Max while pushing me out of my room and down the stairs.

"Hello Mrs. Heights. I shall take your daughter out for the night but I will return her around nine!" shouted Max while dragging me out the front door and pushing me in the passenger seat of his car.

"Fuck you Max."

"Love you too. Now let's party bitch." And with that we drove down the road and made our way to the party that Zach was hosting, according to Max. I didn't realize that Max accidentally pushed my journal into my purse until we got to the party. It was too late to go home and return my journal so I would have to keep a close eye on my book. I couldn't risk the student body of Cerulean High finding my journal and getting mad at me for the way I talk about them. Max parked his car down the road but the roaring music could be heard halfway across town. We got out of the car and made our way to the front door. Once I walked in with Max, the smell of alcohol smacked us in the face with its horrible odor. Was this honestly Max's idea of fun? I guess it was since he ran through the house screaming after one drop of vodka landed in his mouth. I was all by myself but it gave me time to see how everyone reacted differently when they were drunk versus when they weren't. I honestly felt like Danisnotonfire since he made a video on 5 different types of drunk people. 

I walked through the house and made my way to the kitchen to grab a drink. If I was already here, why not enjoy myself with these idiotic imbeciles that I will probably unfriend on Facebook? After one drink, I already felt myself getting a little bit tipsy. Maybe I wasn't cut out or this. Oh well, too late now. I walked into the living room and just sat on the couch and watched as girls threw themselves against strangers and how they felt so comfortable. What the fuck is wrong with society these days? Honestly, the world is a fucked up place once you take a step back, or get wasted, and think about the true meaning of life but now was not the time to have an existential crisis in the middle of the dance floor. I decided to just head for the bathroom since Max was drunk off his ass and was jumping into the pool. Once I was in the bathroom, I reached down to my purse to find my journal but it wasn't there. FML. Are you honestly fucking with me at the moment? I ran out of the bathroom and searched the whole house, which ended up with me finding people having sex or making out. I couldn't find my journal. Fuck you Max. 

I ran to the backyard to find Max and I saw him spinning in a circle in the flower garden. I grabbed his arm and pulled him through the dance floor and out the front door. I pushed him into the passenger seat and I pushed the door closed. I got into the drivers seat and started smacking Max and screaming at his face. After my fit and calling him a twat, I grabbed the car keys out of his pocket and started the car. I drove home and pushed Max up the stairs and into my room. I slammed the door closed and laid down on my bed while Max fell asleep on the floor with his ass sticking up in the air. I closed my eyes and I took in the situation I was in. My journal was stolen by someone in Cerulean High and they could read all the the shit I say about every single person. I was royally fucked. What a fucking twat I was. Fucking hell. My fucking god. FML.