Alyssa
Oh my God. A party. A fucking party. My entire life I've been taught not to go to parties. I've never gone into one, not even on Christmas. My parents are really strict. And they have all the right reasons to not let me go to parties, because parties mean:
Party = Drugs
Drugs = Bad choices
Bad choices = Death
I can already imagine people dancing, making out, smoking... Oh my God, there could be a murderer in there! Nope. I'm definitely not going. It's decided.
I feel a tap in my shoulder and look up. It's Melany. Her eyes contain happiness and her smile flashes calmness over me. She reminds me of someone.
"Hey, are you going to the party?" she asks.
"HA! Never in million years! No-uh," I shake my head forcefully.
"Oh, come on! Don't be such a prude! Besides, I trust you more than these girls. I need company in the party." She says, pouting.
"I'm sorry Melany. I trust you too. But I'm kinda scared." I'm not scared, I'm TERRIFIED!
"There will be cake." She says
Holy Molly.
I'm tempted. I've always loved cake. I only eat it on special ocassions like weddings. Not even on birthdays.
"C-Cake?"I whisper.
I see that her smile has turned into a smirk. "Yeah, chocolate cake."
That's it. I'm going. I don't care. I'll just go say hi, eat cake, thank for the cake and say bye. My plan is certainly perfect.
Nothing could go wrong. Right?
"Ah. Fuck it. Let's go." I say.
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Teen FictionClary, Alyssa, Tori, Melany and Dakota have their own problems and their own style to create trouble. What happens if in their 17th summer, they all meet in a Deliquency Camp? DISCLAIMER: THE IDEA IS INSPIRED ON FAKING DELIQUENCY, BUT EVERYTHING ELS...
