Shipped off

You're Going To Britain

"I can't believe your dad is so strict, you were just having a bit of fun!" says my best friend Cass. She's not the best influence and has gotten me into trouble on more than one occasion. But she has a point, my dad is a pain in my ass most of the time because I'm a little wild. I party every weekend, I drink whenever I get a chance and I've got a couple of peircings, big deal. I'm 16 years old and have excellent grades at school. My teachers adore me (excluding the math teacher) and I've never had sex. I might be a little reckless but I've never gone over board. "Hey Sofe, we should trash your house and have a party just to piss your dad off!" she says excitedly. "Yeah we should!" I reply. Most of the time I only agree to do these things because she's my best friend and I don't want to lose her. Pathetic, I know, but ever since my mom died, I've had trouble making friends. People tend to ignore my presence. "I'm thinking tonight?" I ask hesitantly. "Prefect!" she squeals in delight. Guess it's time for a party...

Later that night I've got music pumping through the stereo and intoxicated teenagers all over the house. My dad is pretty loaded so we have a very comfortable lifestyle and people tend to throw parties at my house. "My dad should be home around 10 tonight, and we'll make sure we're caught." I repeat the plan, anxiously fiddling with the hem of my short, satin, black dress.
I've never been much of a party person but after a few drinks I feel more and more comfortable. By the time that I've had five drinks, the song" drop down" starts to play and I take center floor. Dancing has always been easy for me, so I let the music take me and end up dancing a little bit like a slut, but no one seems to mind. "SOFIE!" . Oh shit...