Let me start by saying that I'm simply a victim of circumstance.
I'm evil and I'm mean sometimes, but I have a really good heart! Yes, I don't recycle and my communication skills need polishing, and maybe I don't obey all traffic laws, and so what if I still don't have a license?! Before you start to judge me on the situation let me describe how October 30th went.
Little Maria, Corona and White Joe convinced me that the Halloween party would be worth it, and I liked dressing up anyway, so why skip it?
I ordered my costume on Amazon and had to return it twice, but I finally landed on FashionNova and got a really nice Link fit. With all this effort I was putting into going, I was getting more and more excited. I was on YouTube every night practicing my blending skills and managed to perfect a colorful green eye look. Little Maria FaceTimed me the whole time.
The week before the party seemed to drag on and on, and it seemed like the whole school was going to Cheyenne Mendoza's party. It was all anyone could talk about, and upon eavesdropping, I learned I would be the only Link!
I was not in the mood to have someone upstage me with a better Link costume. I spent too much money to get upstaged by come creative with a sowing machine.
Cheyenne is also a pretty organized girl. We heard that she even had a food truck parked out in her driveway and that her college boyfriend, Abel, was bringing booze and college students.
As the week progressed, more and more information came out. Her parents would be present, but not nosy. She was hosting a costume contest, and the prize was well worth it. Pot brownies would be served, someone mentioned shrooms. She rented a pool, she rented a bounce house. I didn't question any of this since Cheyenne's also the only other student that had a full time job and still went to school. She didn't fund the party herself, quite a bit of people pitched in, and so did I. John Lennon didn't carry The Beatles alone, they all worked hard and made it to the top together, right?
The day of, almost half my class skipped last period.
With my sisters fuel tank full, I was getting eager. I showered and shaved and at the last second, slipped my school money into my bra. My dad said it was supposed to last "the rest of the school year" and I've been saving it for something special.
I sat on my bed before heading over and swiped through partygoers Stories in Facebook, Instagram and Snapchat.
Looks like the food truck was halal, and the cook was cute. There was more beer than liquor. The pool was pretty big, but not deep enough to go swimming and Chey was helping her brother set up his DJ station. She was dressed as a greaser, specifically Sandra Dee. Abel was her John Travolta twin and was mostly talking to his friends rather than help with the party. Some of my classmates were trying to get lucky with college girls. The house was huge and located not far from school, for the convenience of course
After a while, I was getting restless. Little Maria was calling me and White Joe kept texting me to go pick them up. Ignoring their messages only made me more anxious.
Then an hour later I was at Cheyenne's front lawn.
Well it wasn't Cheyenne's, it was her Airbnb's lawn.
It was also the first time I'd ever seen Corona high. I've seen White Joe high, he usually sneaks his brothers dime bags to school for us. I think it's sweet since he always gets beat up when he goes home afterwards.
