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PARTY LIKE A ROCKSTAR

Two words: Mad House. That is the only way to describe my home at the moment. My mother is going around making last minute adjustments for my party tonight, leaving my father and I to hide in our bedrooms. But my hiding was short lived when a group of people busted into my room and proceeded to wax, pluck, clip, paint, straighten and moisturize some part of my body; Per mother’s request of course. You would think it was my bloody wedding day! To top it all off, it’s only 11am. This is how my whole day was spent, being pampered (and not in the nicest of ways) staying out of mother’s way, and yoga, to burn any last minute weight gain (I laughed at that). Fun right...no, not really.

            All hell broke loose when it came time to get dressed. Mother was screaming into the phone, the maids scurried about double-checking and cleaning things, and a double threat cosmetic designer and cosmetologist poked, pulled, and harassed my hair and face. However, on the bright side, my costume was stunning. Made at mid-thigh length with a gauzy white material and flowers, it had one shoulder strap with crystals around the breast area. I had light purple fairy wings, which seemed to be made out of flower petals, and dark cream thigh high flat boots. I added my own little touches here and there by adding bronze upper arm bracelets and my multicolored diamond ring. I put all of it on right away, forgetting completely about how my hair and make up had to be done first. My problem was easily solved though, by throwing on an old bathrobe that covered my costume completely.

Once my hair and face were complete, I took my time studying myself in the mirror. It was blown out, giving it a wild look, with a crown made of leaves and flowers placed onto. My lips were stained dark red, and my eyes were rimmed heavily in gold. I looked like a badass fairy, and I loved it.

***

When the guest started to arrive, I stayed in my room. I was supposed to make my appearance at a fashionable late time, again my mother’s demands. I was supposed to be down by 6:45pm since the party started leaving at 7. Mother’s exact words were “Give the guest a taste a taste of you, so you could make you leave and have them craving more.” I have honestly had enough of their attention. I have no idea when this became a Miss America contest, but the term “birthday party” got lost in translation somewhere.

Looking at my clock I see it is 6:40, I decide arriving five minutes early would do no harm. As much as I don’t want to be swarmed by my schoolmates, I’m bored. After checking over myself one last time, I grab my matching clutch purse and make my way to my awaiting guest. Turning into the living room I am shocked by how packed our once spacious room is. It seems over half the school showed up, but I easily used it to my advantage to blend in. As I look around I see the costumes vary from positively revolting to downright slutty. People have interesting imagination these days.

            When the clock struck seven, time stood still for a moment. The excitement and anticipation radiating from my guest was almost tangible. It was the quiet before the storm, and when the rain came, it came hard. Everybody pushed and shoved their way to the elevator, trying to be the firsts ones out. It was pointless really, it’s not like It would make the buses go faster, or the ride shorter. I stayed far behind, not wanting to be caught up in the feverous rush.

“Are you going to keep me waiting?” a voice said from behind me, when the last of the guest trickled out. Startled I immediately go into a defensive crouch; turning to see it was only Raidon. I strike anyway, executing a perfect front snap kick to his solar plexus. As I predicted, he blocked it with ease, as if it was a reflex.

“Impressive,” I say, studying his body for any signs of a counter-attack.

“You really shouldn’t kick in such a short dress,” he says with a smirk. “I like your choice in undergarments, white and lacey screams innocence.”

“You see more on television these days.” I say completely unembarrassed, “And innocent? I suppose when it comes to my experience engaging in the horizontal tango, yes. Call me old fashioned, but I at least want to love the man I give myself to.”

“Interesting.” Was all he said before taking my hand, to lead me outside to his car.

***

Stepping into the club an hour later, I see my party is in full swing. The bar on the left was serving intriguing looking drinks, while the D.J. above playing the latest songs, and the strobe lights all around giving the place a surreal look. The dance floor was packed with sweaty, grinding bodies, and the lounge area was crowded with groping hands. I turned to Raidon, about to ask what he wanted to do, only to be met by an empty space.

“Good-bye to you too,” I grumble to myself.

I walk around, hypnotized by the low morals these teens held.

“You need to give your speech.” My father says from beside me.

I pout a little before making my way to the risen platform the D.j. was jamming on. When he sees me approaching he immediately cuts the music. The chorus of boo’s that followed were almost deafening.

“Alright,alright, shut-up now,” The D.j. commands. “Our birthday girl wants to say a little something, something to all you sexed up teens, so show her some love!”

 As he hands me the microphone the crowd burst into claps and cheers.

“Ok people, thanks,” I start. “Well, I just wanted to thank you all for joining me tonight, you all made my 17th birthday one to remember. So enjoy, go wild and have fun, we promise your parents won’t find out.” I end my little speech with a wink and a wicked smile which drives the crowd crazy. I switch the music back on, and the party is started once again. Feeling a little wild myself, I hop off the platform and start dancing with a group of random people. I swing my hips, and flip my hair letting the fast pace energy and upbeat song take over for just a little while.

After some time, I became tired. I went to the bar and ordered a not-so-virgin pina colada, and grabbed a table looking over the dance floor near the back.

“That was a nice speech.” Raidon teases.

“Hmmm,” was my only reply, while I continued to slowly sip from my drink.

I don’t know how long we sat there, just watching the dancing, drinking and fighting among my many guest, but by the time we awoke from this trance the party buses had already arrived to take people home.

The crowd trickled out more slowly than the first time, tired and drunk from their hard partying, until only my father, mother, Raidon and myself were left.

 That’s when things started to get weird.