Saturday Morning,
11:30AM-12:00PM
"Rise and shine bitches!" Brandy's second cousin from Chicago yelled as she tried to reach the chandelier and swing on it. She missed the chandelier by a mile and ended up falling from the second floor. Obviously she was extremely hungover (or maybe still just shit drunk) and completely out of her fucking mind.
"I'm okay!" She said, puking on my mom's favorite rug immediately after saying so.
I noticed that I had fallen asleep on my couch with maybe 3 other people. I also realized that I was wearing pink socks with blue, purple, and yellow polka dots on them; they didn't belong to me. Standing up I felt very nauseous so I sat back down. When I felt better I got up and went to the kitchen.
"Dude, last night was so cool." A boy in nothing but spiderman boxers came up and said to me. He hugged me drunkenly and started crying. "I love you so much man. So, so, so much."
I took his arms off of me after a few minutes when I heard him snoring lightly. I tried to guide him to the couch but it was difficult and he slipped out of my grip. His body slammed onto the ground. He remained asleep.
I decided to check the damage done. The kitchen was a mess; red cups, food, puke, and sleeping bodies were scattered around. The refrigerator door had somehow been taken off and propped up against the counter. I saw green things on the other side of the counter and went over to check it out.
"Fuck." I whispered. It was weed.
I went outside to check the backyard. The grass was spray painted every color of the rainbow, again, there were red cups and bodies all around my backyard, pool noodles and floaties covered the pool.
Before I got the chance to check the other rooms I heard a car pull up.
"Oh shit!" I whispered to myself. Praying that it was merely just my neighbors pulling up the sound of my mother's voice was heard. "Shit, shit, shit, shit!"
I made my mind up very quickly and I fell to the ground and pretended to have passed out.
A few minutes after my parents came through the front door they came into the backyard and saw me lying on the ground, supposedly passed out.
"Oh sweetie, are you okay?" My mother asked as she ran over to me and crouched down. My father remained in the door frame that separated the yard from the house, his arms crossed.
"The real question is: what the hell happened here Cameron?" He said sternly. "Did you throw a party last night?"
This was when the rest of my plan came into action. I sat up and looked around like I was confused.
"I don't know Dad. They brought brownies and I think they were drugged and I passed out; I only just now woke up!" I pleaded, hoping they would be gullible enough to buy it.
They were. We kicked everyone out and started to clean up.
Now I don't want people thinking that I actually did get drugged and pass out my own house while people partied around my body. Just so you don't go around telling everyone that I'm a complete wuss, I'm going to tell you what really happened. It all started the morning of The 13th of June- also known as Friday the 13th, a day during which a ton of bad shit happens. It was the last day of school. In this story, this unlucky day was going wonderfully until summer began after the last bell.
