Fairy Rock

Chapter 1: The Graduation Party

She's going to be here soon.

It's high school graduation night in a small town called Fairyville, Washington. Most of the one hundred senior class members from Fairyville High School have shown up to Richard Johnson's party. Many are drinking and smoking pot while listening to heavy metal music blast throughout the vast, two-story, sandy brown house.

A relatively thin Tevin Jenkins sits upstairs with his arms folded as his knees bounce up and down. Serenity Cooper is going to be here. I have been in love with her since middle school. I want to ask her out, but I'm scared she will tell me no.

He rocks back and forth in his wobbly chair, watching his stocky best friend Richard chug down a beer, spilling half of it on his t-shirt and jeans.

"We graduated!" Richard yells at the top of his lungs. "Tevin, drink a beer. It'll relax you!"

He looks away from his drunken pal, pulls out his android phone, and starts playing his favorite video game, Destruction Warrior, calming his nerves. He tunes out the noisy sounds of the electric guitar music from the radio, moves the buttons on his phone, and destroys hundreds of zombies in the game.

"Richard, I beat my highest score again!" Tevin exclaims.

Richard and a few other of their friends crowd around him.

"Tevin, as shy as you are, I've never seen you talk so loud. Good job, buddy," Richard replies.

Tevin gets up, grabs a cup of beer like a first-place trophy, and gulps it.

"Tevin! Tevin! Tevin!" his friends' cheer.

He slams it on the kitchen table and coughs up some beer on his blue jean outfit.

"Slow down. There's plenty left," Richard says.

Tevin's buzz kicks in as he fathoms how Richard can roll a joint between his chubby fingers, light it up, and blow a kiss at Susan Davis, his girlfriend of three years, at the same time.

She waves at his best friend and goes into his bedroom.

"I may not be good at video games, but I will score tonight," Richard says.

Tevin high-fives his lucky pal and takes a puff of the joint. He gags from the smoke, and his friends laugh at him.

"Don't inhale so hard."

"It's my first time."

Richard pats him on the back. "I know it is, amateur."

Tevin's friends circle him and pass the bong. "Tevin! Tevin! Tevin!"

He sucks on the pipe, convulses the smoke from his lungs, falls to one knee, and gasps for air. He closes his eyes to embrace the dizziness and smiles at all the attention.

His friends help him to a chair and take pictures of him, cherishing the moment they're having. Tevin sticks his tongue out, making the photo funnier.

A loud roaring noise from outside interrupts the fun.

They all hurry to the newly installed stained-glass windows that Richard's dad recently put in, and they see who's arriving.

Three guys from the Tarantula gang pull into the driveway on Harley-Davidson motorcycles. They have spider tarantula symbols covering their helmets and black motorcycle jackets with pictures of poisonous spiders on the back.

One of the men has a mesmerizing woman on the back of his bike. She takes off her red motorcycle helmet, giving her sweaty black afro some air.

"Dang, she's fine!" Tevin's friends whistle and gawk at her tight red silk dress, showing her round hips, perky breasts, and flat stomach as she gets off the bike.