My mom was out of town for the weekend, so I decided to invite the group to my house, you know get to know everyone. It was around six, and the only person here was Cris, but he had spent the night last night, so he doesnt count as one of the "party" guests.
I had zoned out for I dont know how long, until I was broke out of my trance by the door bell, I opened the door, to see Lace and Jay. "Hey guys! Glad someone else is here to entertain me!" I winked.
Jay held up a 36 count box of bud lights, and poetically announced, "I got the beer, you got the lips, tip those chins, and lets move them hips!" Oh Jay.
I allow Jay and Lace in my house, Lace's eyes look worn, like maybe she had been crying, I make the mental note to ask her about it later.
Not even 10 minutes after Jay and Lace get here, Crissy and Tim arrive. Tim, the loud asd he is, has a big ol' beat box on his shoulders blasting About that life by Atilla.
All of us now have stole our seat for the night, and comfy-fied our selves. I being in the lounge chair half laying on Cris, Jay and Lace have pretty much taken the sofa, already snuggled down, and then theres Tim and Crissy, dead faced, no emotion, Crissy with her legs draped over Tims, while Tim scrolls through his phone, knowing only God knows what.
Well aren't we the coolest kids in the block.
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The (Murder) Group
Teen FictionA therapy group is where they all meet, little did they know they would all go a little more crazy then they where before, the city is scared, and the group is bloody.
