The Confession (Sequel to 'The Accident') | Grester

Chapter Three

Maggie and I go to my room after dinner to get ready for this party. I scowl at my self in the mirror, still not happy with my hair.

"How do I fix this?" I ask.

"I don't know. Ask your mom, she has hair like that." Maggie answers as she's applying bronzer from her bag.

"She does?" I ask, wondering how Maggie knows that. I've only ever seen my mom with her long, silky, blonde waves.

"Yeah she does." Maggie replies, blushing a little at realizing I didn't know that.

"How did you-" I start, but Maggie cuts me off.

"I may or may not have google searched both of our parents." Maggie says with a laugh. "I couldn't not!"

I look at her in shock, laughing at her easy admittance.

"Okay then." Is all I say back.

I push all of my hair into a side part, noticing my bangs are finally growing out. The day I cut them Mom warned me I'd hate them.

"You'll hate those bangs soon." She remarked, watching me clip them with scissors.

I didn't believe her until I realized bangs make doing anything with your hair impossible. I spray a little perfume on and apply some lip balm and then Maggie and I are both ready to go.

"Ready!" Maggie sings out when we head back into the living room.

Dad just smiles at the two of us and leads us out to his car. We drive the short distance to the house where the party is being held, me reciting directions as we go.

"Bye dad!" I call as we're hopping out of the car.

"Bye Uncle Chester, thanks for the ride!" Maggie adds.

"Call me at eleven!" Dad reminds me.

Maggie and I go to the front door and step inside. Loud music is blaring and there's kegs of beer on the dining room table.

"Oh my god," Maggie whispers. "Aunt Grace was right."

I stifle a laugh and look around the room.

"Sophie!" A sophmore girl calls. "Come downstairs, a bunch of us are hanging there! Bring your friend too."

Maggie and I follow her down the steps and into he houses basement. There's four other people there, sitting in a circle. Two sophmore guys and two other freshman girls. One of the guys hands Maggie and I a cup of something that smells vile. It smells like one of Aunt Mamrie's concoctions after it comes up the next day.

"Spin the bottle!" The other guy suggests, setting an empty beer bottle in the middle of the floor.

Oh dear god.