[1] Life of the party

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ASHER

It was Friday night as I heard the knocks of small pebbles smacking against my bedroom window. I pulled myself out of my bed, letting my feet connect with the smooth carpet beneath me, and walked towards the window.
Before my eyes was a large tree, the tree I climbed down every time I sneak out. But as I lowered my sight, I saw the figure of my best friend. I slowly opened my window, and popped my head outside.

"Are you ready?" Cyrus Gray shouted in a whispery tone. My mind was left confused. Ready for what? Was there a secret meeting I forgot about?
"The party!" He added, as if he read my questioning thoughts. And of course it was a party. Party this, party that... No party gets passed Cyrus. Ever since eighth grade when he joined the football squad, everyone in school loves him.... except perhaps one. Amber Nieves, the spoilt brat of this god forsaken town. Her parents are rich, and for some reason she thinks that makes her some kind of celebrity or something.

"What party?" I questioned softly, avoiding my voices to reach my mother or sister's reach.
"Amber's!" He answered.
"Of course it is." I mumbled, not even caring if he heard my displeasure. Ever since seventh grade I have hated Amber. Well I wouldn't say hate, I don't hate anyone. But I highly dislike her. The school bully, alongside Jace Reed and Blake Carson. The three of them practically owned the school, a trio of crowned royals whilst the rest of us nipped at their shoes like lusting peasants.

I slowly pulled myself out of my window, phone in pocket along with my regrets. I was wearing the same outfit I had worn to school today, black jeans, black long sleeved shirt and blood red shoes to brighten it up. My soft brown hair waved down the right side of my face, reaching to my cheek.
I stood still, on the roof of the lower floor, trying my best not to let the planks creak like an old haunted house door. I set my eyes on my target-the large tree outside my bedroom window-and made a jump for it. I soared through the air for at least a second or two before clutching my arms around the large round branch. I could feel Cyrus' eyes just staring at me, his mouth ready to burst into a fit of laughter. Or perhaps he wasn't.
I stalked myself in the tree and slowly made my way down, trying my best not to get caught in the stumps and splinters.

As I made for the landing on the ground, I twisted, knowing straight away I was done for.
I landing flat on my back, feeling as if I had just fallen to my death. My back cracked, and I thought I was gone. But I was fine. And Cyrus smiled down at me as I held my hand out in anger. "Don't you dare." I warned him, partially pleading for him to not laugh at the scene he just witnessed.
"You good?" He fought back the laugh, trying to care. I nodded and brushed away the dead leaves from my behind. "Good. Now let's go."

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As we finally reached the party, I couldn't help but drop my jaw at Amber Nieves kingdom. A mansion that looked as if it swallowed three of my entire house. Most probably my entire neighbourhood. It was huge. Windows as large as doors, and the doors entirely modern.
The stone driveway was paved beautiful, almost in an artistic perspective. Abstract maybe? This place was paradise... and paradise is where the devil lives...

We stood at the door, awaiting someone to answer it. I peaked over at Cy, who was brushing his hair with his hands. Of course.
He almost tried to hard for attention, especially from the devils spawn. She's a player, he isn't. "Why do you waste your time with her?" I asked, after all these years of him drooling over her. He paused his hand and pulled it from his face and shrugged. "You wouldn't understand." He said, blandly, which caused me to shudder. I wouldn't understand? I'm his best friend, we tell each other everything. I wanted so bad to just tell him that, that he can trust me. But before I slipped words from my mouth, the door swung open. And none other than the devil's spawn herself had answered it.

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