From the outside West is a bundle of smiles. He's popular at his school for nothing but his kindness. Though some of his football fame goes around.
He had his dad, and his younger brother. What else could any high school junior want?
But what if ev...
We arrived at the party. People were all ready out of it on the front lawn. Empty cans were all over the place. I studied Isaac's eyes and saw that they had widened.
"Hey if the police come, you make a run for it through the back yard, ok?" I told Isaac.
"Yeah. Sure. Definitely." Isaac said, his eyes still wide. I walked through the unlocked front door. People were dancing all around. Colorful lights flashed around with the main lights dimmed.
"Let's go get something to drink." I told Isaac.
"No alcohol." Isaac said quickly.
"You're reminding me." I said.
"I need to stay alive during the ride home." Isaac said. I didn't have a response to that. We went to the kitchen, pushing a few people out of the way just to get there. I threw Isaac a can of Sprite and grabbed myself a Pepsi. "I thought nothing to drink." Isaac stated.
"It's unopened. It's not filled with alcohol." I told him.
"Hey want to dance?" A voice from behind me said. A girl from my grade was behind me in a short, tight, red dress.
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"Ummm actually I need to watch my brother-" I started to say.
"He'd love to." Isaac said as he pushed me into her. "Go get it!" Isaac shouted. He laughed as he watched me being dragged off by the lady in red.
We danced around and I remembered that the girl's name was Shelly and she was a cheerleader. I kept looking around to see if I could find Isaac but I couldn't spot him anywhere.
After fifteen minutes of not seeing Isaac I decided that enough was enough.
"I have to go." I told Shelly.
"Ooooo getting another drink. Grab me one too honey, I'll be waiting." She said. I walked away from her, barley listening. I sure wasn't coming back. I asked around and no one seemed to have seen a middle schooler. Thoughts of the worst started coming through my head. Dad was going to kill me.
"Hey you see a younger kid here? Eighth grade?" I asked a random guy.
"Some short dude in the dinning room." The guy told me.
"What's going on there?" I asked.
"Hey I'm not ruining the little dude's fun. Heard nothing from me." The guy said as he walked away. What in the world was Isaac up to. I went to the dinning room and burst through the doors. This time my eyes were widening.
Isaac was playing poker.
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Author's Note
Well, who knew how to play poker in eighth grade?
Well I don't know ho to play still so yeah. I actually kinda want to learn so. Yeah.
