After the Party

Chapter One

...in which I get you up to speed with far more information about myself then you need. Also I try and hook you into wanting to read more but who the hell knows if its gonna work. This is a book you want and never knew you needed. So go on. start reading the good stuff. Or mediocer stuff, don't wanna get hopes to high just yet.

I guess this is just going to be things I write down about my boring ass life until I decide weither I'll run away or jump off a bridge. maybe I'll change my identity, oooo that would be fun right? Anyway my name's Tallulah June Johnson. see that's one thing in my life that I've got goin for me, I got a sick ass name. you know in middle school when your going through your scene kid phase and decide that everyone is gonna call you some bullshit like "Ruby Diamond", or was that just a me thing? well ya, there was a time when I simply hated my name. I thought it was weird and not because I was bullied or anything I just didn't like the way it sounded but I've embraced it now. Tallulah, rolls of the tounge well, ya?

Actually now that I think about it, in my 17 years of living I've never really been bullied. I mean not to any point of extrem disconfort to my mental and phsyical stabilaty that is. I should tell you though, most of the stories you're gonna read about me they are...astonishingly ordinary and or almost unreal due to the savarity of the situations. so if you are in the mood to read about indie kids fighting vampires or a jock falling for a weird girl who is ugly but not really at all, then you should probably stop here. But if you're lookin for something a little bit more relative to like, normal teens then maybe you'll like this. No promises.

ok so you wanna keep going? weirdo. I'll talk a little about myself just so you have a bit of context for the rest of the book (is this a book or what? I don't fuckin know man). Like I stated before my name is Tallulah blah blah and I'm 17. My hometown of Port Townsend Washington is a beautiful place actually, it's right next to the ocean and its close to the city so its not a bad place to grow up (if you take away the dark ,cloudy, foggy, rainy, deppresingness that is).

My mom and dad make really good money (Don't worry im not some snobby up tight bitch) so we live in this mountain like neighborhood. my house in particular is right on the edge of cliff that looks off onto the ocean so I'd say thats a very solid view to wake up to everyday. The people that live around us are mostly old people, there are two families that moved in with kids so I make a little money baby sitting them on top of my glmaors ice cream parlor job in town (oooolallaaaa). I never really had kids to play with growing up though, like you see in movies where all the kids in the neighborhood are playing tag in the park. ya no, not me.

Growing up I was spoiled. still am, but my parents are hippies who grew up with nothing so I've never been bratty spoiled ya know? anyway I got pretty much anything I wanted except siblings. I can't say its horrible not to have brothers or sisters because I don't know any different but I do know that it's very lonely. Don't get me wrong I have friends, I'm not miss popular but I have three close friends and then I know a lot of people (strictly In school) so I've never really been "alone" per say but all my friends have always lived in town so hanging out wasn't so easy when your like 10.

Now that I'm in high school and I drive, along with my friends we do stuff more. My parents travel, a lot. which is weird since they've been just about everywhere and I've only been to California. Once. But ya, they go out of town a lot so I have mini, very mini ragers with my friends.

I've never really been a bad kid, my parents aren't strict enough for me to be a bad kid. I mean I've ditched class like twice and I drink a lot. Smoke kush on occasion and had sex a few times but I have all A's and I got shit together, mostly. so I get crazy but life is so lowkey that I'm not a "bad kid".

That leads into one of the reasons I created the idea to write about shit in my life. the idea came to me last night when I got hammered, alone and binged some Grays Anatomy. Mom and the old man are out of town for a month or so and it's the third day into summer vacation so I've been under the influence since Friday after school. Back to the point, I was drunk and suddenly I realized, I have a very ordinary life thus far on my journey to death. I party and drink and all that jazz but I don't do much outside of that. I don't do sports or anyother after school activities in fact. I don't really ever leave my house unless its to go get food or go to work. boring as fuck.

I'm the kind of drunk girl that either gets really hyped and dances like a stripper or just sits and talks for hours, not like sad girl talk or bitchy girl talk, just talk. so I was alone and in my talkitive drunk mood and thought "hey I should just write about my boring-yet-not-boring life" so here we are.

Now let me tell you this sir or ma'am, I have had some hard times. Just because my family has money and they let me do what I want doesn't mean its all sun shine and rainbows in the Turbett household. Now I'm sure as this, thing progressive you will learn more and more about these bad things and I'm also sure some more bad things will happen as I go about my everyday life. I mean come on its the summer before senior year, shit is bound to happen. So don't you think I'm not going to lay some major sadness on you. Don't worry though, I'll ease into it.

Wow how long is a first chapter supposed to be? Right now its about 5:21 in the morning and I'm just coming down from the little buzz I had going so my creative juices are fading fast as my suppressed exhaustion kicks in. This being said, for today I have told you enough about my personal life I think. I must get up from the horrable position I am in before I get permenently stuck here which means this is where I leave you. With just enough to keep you wanting more...