Schoolyard Blues

Chapter Five: Party

"Who the fuck invited a bunch of freshmen?" Someone with a goatee and sunglasses asked a red-headed boy outside of a broken down apartment in the Projects of Dirtville, to which the red-headed boy replied, "I'm not sure, I'm just a designated driver. I'd suggest not doing any more drugs in there, I know it's tempting but it can really mess your mind up."
"Like what kinds of drugs?" The man whom had a goatee asked the red-headed boy, before he answered, "Molly, weed, alcohol, acid, Xanax, nicotine, a bit of shrooms and maybe even crack, plus a little sprinkle of cocaine to top it all off.

All of which are not very good for you."

"Count me in!" The man shouted as he ran inside, "I've been dying to go to a high-school party again, last time I went to one was back when they thought the Smiley killer was a chick!"

"If the cops get called don't blame me," M.C. stated in a half joking tone of voice as we walked up the porch to some senior who I had never met's home.
"It ain't seem like you been here before," The one ''security guard'' said to us.
"Name is Slim, these are short lives," Slim explained, subtly spreading the idea of short life as a group, "My boys X, M.C., and Lucky. Oh, also my home-girl Michelle!"
"Aye, Monkey Man!" The guard yelled into the house, "Someone named Slim is here with his boys?"
The music from inside stopped, and all that was heard was a series of whispers before suddenly the guard yelled, "Monkey Man says Slim and his boys can come in!"
"Ajax still ain't allowed right?!" Slim shouted into the house, followed by a brief moment of silence then the sudden liveliness it possessed beforehand.
"Monkey Man says Ajax is not a threat," The guard told Slim, "But he might not show up."
"Let's hope Ajax don't show up," Slim said to us, before walking into the belly of the beast, "You know how he gets."

"Boys?" Michelle proclaimed in shock, "I'm definitely a girl."
"A hot one at that," I drunkenly slipped out, "I'd check if you were a girl any day of the week."
"Ew," Michelle exclaimed, "I'd only have sex with you if you had a really big dick."
"Who out of us would you really have sex with?" Slim asked, to the unexpected revelation of, "Maybe M.C.? He doesn't treat me like an object."
"That's a lie," I explained to her in a drunken state, "He wants to put his... err, dick in his fuck you!"
"Speak in English next time," Michelle insulted me, "Maybe I should talk to M.C. more."
"Maybe you should," M.C. joked, before noticing a bong on the kitchen table.
"Don't smoke, guys!" The red-headed boy from before shouted, "It fries your brain cells."
"Who the hell do you think you are!?" A booming voice yelled at the red-head from the balcony.
"Oh, relax Monkey Man," the boy explained, "I'm The Designated Driver."
Monkey Man did not respond, he instead closed the door to the balcony and kept himself away from the situation.
"Slim!" Some unknown person called out, before Slim replied, "What's up, Snakebite?!"
"Shit, man," the person, called Snakebite remarked, "It's been forever since we met each other at High Noon."
"High Noon?" Slim asked, and Snakebite proceeded to explain, "High Noon was the juvy we went to together!"
"They all blur together," Slim stated before giving a nervous chuckle, "I'll see you around!"
"Wait!" Snakebite shouted, "Wanna smoke some weed with me and your boys?"
"I'm still a fucking girl," Michelle complained, "Just because I'm not drunk and lap-dancing Monkey Man don't mean I'm not a girl."
"Shut up and hit the boof," Snakebite responded, "You can suck that nerdy kid's dick later."
"Fuck you, man!" M.C. shouted in defense at Snakebite.
"You is dumb, ain't you?" Snakebite threatened, "Here I was thinkin' geeks were smart."
"Back off, Snakebite," Slim calmed him, "M.C. here is only 14. Turns 15 in 3 weeks."
"Young kids, ain't y'all?" Snakebite rhetorically questioned, "Maybe I should give y'all somethin' that'll really fuck you up."
"You got any acid?" I asked him, pretending to not be drunk, "I love drinking acid."
"I got some tabs, yeah," Snakebite admitted, "Plus some coco on the table to spice things up."
"Give me that shit," Slim said as he reached out for the acid, "I'mma see if it's real."
That's the last thing I remember before blacking out.

A sudden light, and hands, of which are pale.
This is what I first saw while tripping, but far from the last thing.
"Your path is set," I heard an ethereal voice tell me, "Some may not come out at the end of the tunnel."
"What?!" I shouted at the voice, turning around to see nothing.
"Stop crying!" M.C. screamed to me as he dashed over, "I'll beat the shit out of you!"
Slim tripped M.C., proceeding to yell, "I'm a ninja in disguise!"
"Lucky!" M.C. exclaimed in a fetal position on the ground, "Where are you!?"
"I'm right here, pal," I heard an overly Irish sounding voice say, before turning around to see a giant leprechaun.
"Is this real?" I asked Slim, and he replied, "I know right? Can't believe the Scottish guy is drinking a pint."
"So you don't see the giant leprechaun?" I prodded, to which he called me retarded.
"Go to sleep," the leprechaun told me, "You are not prepared."
I rested my eyes for a moment, before feeling myself come at peace with the world and melt into my surroundings.

"You ain't belong here!" Ajax shouted at me as I woke up from the acid trip, "Who the fuck invited Slim and his bitch gang?!"
"Monkey Man!" Someone shouted towards the balcony, "Come down here!"
Suddenly, everyone began chanting monkey noises, and Monkey Man opened the slide door to the balcony.
He stepped down the stairs, and immediately I could tell he was much heavier set than the majority of people there.
Monkey Man was overweight, stocky, and at least 6 foot, most likely taller.
On his face was a monkey mask, and he had curly black hair.
"Silence!" Monkey Man yelled in a booming voice, "Hand me my Banana Ice Puffbar!"
Everyone rushed to hand Monkey Man his vape, before he eventually grabbed it himself and hit it, proceeding to state, "Monkey Man says Ajax is welcome. Monkey Man says Slim is welcome. Monkey Man says get along."
"You know," M.C. began as he walked out the door with someone else's vape and a bottle of Tequila, "We should probably get going."
"Y'all ain't gonna make it very far," Ajax warned us, "You lucky Monkey Man is so chill."
"Monkey Man says he will walk Slim and his friends out!" Monkey Man yelled at Ajax, "Monkey Man will not let Ajax hurt Slim's twink friends!"
Monkey Man walked with us, until eventually stopping at the porch and telling us in a completely normal voice, "I hope you four had fun, sorry about Ajax. You're good dudes, have a nice rest of your day."
I walked away, bewildered, before I asked, "Did we even get Lucky?"
"I know I did," M.C. joked, before I questioned, "What do you mean?"
"I lost my virginity," M.C. confided in me,
"To Michelle."