William's P.O.V
Late night parties, drinking till the end of time and bad songs have always been my jam. As always Jimmy and I are making a fashionably late entry in Maya's party. To be honest, I don't even know who she is, but I don't think that's any reason to miss out on free drinks. I pulled down the car window, puffing out circles of smoke and watching them vanish in thin air. I was reminded of a lot of memories I have unsuccessfully tried to push away like a million times, already. But now I know, that our memories are meant to stay, good and bad, both, to remind us constantly of our accomplishments for survival and our mistakes as warning bells for us. I'm grateful.
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My heart pumped blood to the beat of the music. I bobbed my head and swayed my hips like Kylie does as I walked towards the beloved fridge to get more drinks. I heard a guy shout, "Oh man, that ass!" These are the kind of times when your middle finger proves to be very useful.
"Woohoo! The party don't start till i walk in..!" I sang in my cool-chic voice. And was completely minding my own business when someone had to be a party pooper pretty desperately.
"Could you kindly shut up?! You have been singing that trash can of a song, the damned same sentence since you WALKED IN. You sound like a dying crow!"
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Booze And Books
Teen Fiction"You sound like a dying crow." "Cruel!" And that's how the nerdie... Got the birdie.
