How to Become Unpopular

Have I lost controlla?

The obnoxious music was pounding in my ears, and the cup of beer in my hand that I've had since I came to this party still remained untouched.

I now remember why I hate coming to these parties. All I see is a bunch of underage wasted teens either flailing their body parts around willy nilly or just repeatedly bobbing their heads to the music which they think looks cool.

It doesn't.

"Come on Dani, we've been here for what, four hours, and you haven't had any fun! What's wrong?" Monica exclaims, her wild brown curls bouncing to the beat of the music.

Hmph, as if you don't know.

I put a fake smile on my face and whilst thinking of ways to stab her eyes out with my plastic cup, I managed a reply to her question.

"Nothing regarding you," I spit out.

I walked away from her but from the corner of my eye I could see the hurt look on her face, but I feel no remorse for her after finding out what she did to me.

She knows what she's done, she just doesn't need to know that I know.

Yet.

It's time to leave this party, which is basically an excuse for underage teenagers to get drunk and make out with fellow students who won't remember in the morning.

Now I know what you're all thinking, "Why do you come to these parties on a weekly basis if you don't like them?" The answer to that is simply because I have to. If I didn't, my friends and the rest of the student body would consider me, "uncool", which isn't a possibility for me.

They put me high on their pedestals the day I walked into this school, and I will not fall off three years later.

While walking to my silver Toyata Ram 4, which was conveniently parked on the street in front of the house I was at, I heard someone calling my name.

"Dani, Dani! Wait up!" the squeaky high-pitched voice called.

That's when I realized Chloe was calling my name. I mean, you can't really forget someone who's voice sounds like it was taken right from the body of alvin the chipmunk.

"Yes Chloe?"

"Why're you leaving so soon? The party just started! Stay! Have fun! You know everything's more fun when you're here." She says.

I perk up a little bit after hearing this. Now I remember why I became friends with her in the first place, because as annoying as she can be, she still finds ways to make me feel better about myself even when I'm down.

"I would stay Chloe, but I think I'm coming down with something. I'm sorry, but you should stay and have fun!" I say sweetly.

"Ok, bye Dani!"

I walk into my car, and the last thing I hear is Miley Cyrus singing about swinging on a giant wrecking ball.

I wake up the next morning feeling refreshed and ready for a new day. After I unattractively yawn a few times, that's when I realize that something is wrong. My brother Michael has been going through his "rebellious teenager" phase, and everyday when I wake up and when I get home, there's usually some extremely deafening heavy metal music playing. Suspiciously, the house is so quiet that I could hear a pin drop.

I walk downstairs and look through the living room, family room, and kitchen to see if anyone is around.

"Mom? Dad? Are you there? Michael?" I ask, wondering where in the world they are.

"We're down here honey!" Mom hollers.

The basement? What are they doing in the basement? It's dark and creepy there, and there could be my deepest darkest fear lurking in every corner in a web; spiders.