When the Clock Strikes Midnight

Hi. My name is Bridgette. I'm 15. My sister, Chelsea, is also 15. We may seem a little strange to you because we hang out in the woods. But anyway, here's our story....

"I'm kind of worried that we might get caught, Chelsea said.

I replied, "Stop worrying; we won't get caught. Mom and Dad won't even be home!"

"But mom and dad said we can't go to any parties!"

"I know. We are not going to break any rules. Besides, the party is at our house not anybody else's, so technically we can't get in trouble unless something goes wrong." I replied.

Chelsea replies, "I guess you're right. They didn't say WE couldn't have a party!" She pulled out her phone. "I'm going to text Madison and Veronica."

"Fine. I'm getting kind of itchy. We should walk home now", I said.

"I'm a little itchy too. Lets go."

I started walking away but stopped when Chelsea didn't follow. "Are you coming or are you gonna stand there until Christmas?" I joked.

She replied "What?"

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She replied, "Nothing, I just thought I saw something.."

I snickered, "I'm sure it was just a squirrel or something!"

I waited a minute. "If you say so." she said as she slowly dragged her eyes away. Geese, what's up with her?, I thought.

*At Home*

I turned down the music when I heard the door bell ring. I sighed, "I'll get it!!"

Sure enough Madison was standing at the door in her latest fashion. She tends to change it up a lot. Right now she's wearing a white ruffle mini skirt with a hot pink halter top.

"Did you get inspired by Mean Girls again?" I asked her.

"Actually I did, no thanks to you!" she replied. She really needs better come backs.

"If you say so.." I trailed.

"When's Vero coming?" She asked.

I replied, "she said she would be here in 10 minutes. Fifteen minutes ago."

Veronica is always late. For everything. She was even late for her grandma's funeral. I mean, who does that?! I can't blame her though. I would take my time too if I had to spend time by dead bodies. But I love her to death. We call her Vero but sometimes she gets mad because she says it annoys her. I'm not the one that named her a name similar to an old lady clothing product so she can't blame me!

Anyways, I walked into the kitchen and turned the radio up again. My favorite song Royals started playing so I sang to it. I'm not really a choir person though. I'm prefer band. I've been playing the clarinet since 6th grade and I'm one of the best in my school. I also have been cheering since 6th grade. They're both my passions. The song suddenly halted with beebing. God, how I hate those stupid weather tests! I was busy singing to my lady jam! Did I seriously just say that? I need to drink some orange juice.

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Hey guys!!! This is my first chapter ever! I hoped you guys liked it. It may seem a little boring right now but don't worry; it will get a lot more exciting! Please vote, comment, and share! Tell me what you think! Any suggestions?

Kisses, Katelynn!:)