My mother is going to kill me. Goodbye cellphone, goodbye car, goodbye life. This cannot be happening, this cannot be real. Oh my god, what is the horrific smell. No, no way it is me. Oh god, it is.
As I look down at my once beautiful sequin top, all I can see are dried spots of what I believe to be is my own puke. It is taking every ounce of pride I have left to not go for seconds on my now destroyed shirt. Oh crap, this isn’t even my shirt; my sister is going to kill me, after my mom does that is. Looking around all I can see are older women who look like they have not showered in days. I make eye contact with one who is probably 30 but looks about 50 from the way she has been taking care of herself. Her long greasy black hair is knotted all the way down her jean jacket that covers a black shirt that appears to have some band name on it. I would tell you the amount of holes that are in her jeans but I lost count after 46. Dear god, I’m pretty sure she is making sexual gestures at me. Does she not know I’m only 18?! I guess no one knows anyone’s age in here since it looks like there are a variety of us. These metal seats are freezing. I’m now regretting more than ever the choice I made to wear the shortest black skirt I own. I seriously can’t believe this is happening. Ugh, since I can’t sit here any longer amongst these criminals, I get up and press by hands around the metal bars in front of me and I place my face ever so slightly between two of the bars ahead of me and present my face of defeat.
“Officer?” is the only thing I can get out before tears start rolling down my face.
“Ma’am, I am going to have to ask you to stay quiet and remain seated until I allow you to take your one phone call,” replies the man in the uniform in the most unemotional voice possible.
I respond quickly before my breathing starts getting heaving from the crying, “But, Officer, I’m innocent, I’m just a kid!”
“MA’AM, I will only ask you one more time! Please remain seated until your name has been called! Do I make myself clear?”
Well there’s not much I can say to that. I just nod by head and turn around and sit back on the bench alongside my heels, one of which is missing the heel completely. Maybe if I could try really hard, I can figure out how the hell I ended up in the slammer. I just NEED to remember. Alright, so let’s go back to the start of the night.
****
Thank the lord it is Friday, I have been waiting for this day to come all week. Jane Rollins, the most popular girl in the senior class, is having one of her biggest parties tonight! Jane is that typical popular girl with the perfect life. Her beautiful long and wavy hair falls effortlessly down her back with a different color bow that she puts in to it every day. She has the best placed dimples I have ever seen and the prettiest blue eyes to have ever existed. I am 99% sure she has never worn the same outfit twice. Her parents are conveniently both doctors so I don’t think I need to get in to how wealthy these people are. Jane and I have known each other for a while now since we were in the same class since 6th grade. Unfortunately our friendship made a turn for the worse when she accused me of stealing her boyfriend. Okay, so maybe Bobby did break up with her to be with me but let’s be real, my personality is way better than hers, considering hers is nonexistent. She may have the best physical appearance I have ever seen, but she has nothing else going for her.
Okay so back tonight. As you can probably see, Jane and I are not “BFF’s” which leaves me in a slight problem since I am pretty much the only person who has not been invited to the party tonight. Normally I would just drag Bobby with me but since he is out of town with his family for the weekend, I am left all alone to fend for myself. Ill figure something out. So seeing as I am without any fabulous outfits, I decide now would be the perfect time to raid my sisters closet while she is out with some friends. There it is. The most stunning blue sequin top I have ever laid eyes on. As long as I am very careful, I am confident I can get this right back into her closet by tomorrow without her even noticing. So it’s about eight now and I think it would be a good time to head over to Jane’s. Seeing as parking is terrible, I am forced to park my little black car two blocks away. As I manage my way up to her house in my six inch heels, yes you heard me, six, I see a group of boys about to walk in so I squeeze myself in between them creating the perfect distraction for my entrance. Yes, I am in.
Almost everyone is already trashed and I already see what looks like four guys passed out on the couch. Mind you, it’s only eight. As I step over to the table with the drinks, I examine my choice of alcohols. Not that anyone knows, but this is my first time drinking and I am incredibly terrified but I keep cool calm and collected and pour myself some vodka in a fashionable and classy red party cup. I begin walking around and stopping once in a while to greet some friends. A few hours later I notice that the amount of people that were here after I arrived has tripled. It is so crowded that it takes me about 5 minutes to get about two feet from where I am now.I am pretty sure I just saw the same guy make out with two different girls. This is definitely one of those classy parties apparently. I guess I’ll just stand here and dance since moving anywhere is not an option. Oh shoot, I lost count of how many drinks I have had. Things are getting pretty dizzy so I’m pretty sure I am drunk.
As I am in the middle of getting my groove on to Britney, I hear the loudest ear piercing scream. Everyone immediately turns their head in the direction of the noise. Before I can even turn my back, I feel the hands of somebody grab my top and pull me backwards into the ground. I am so drunk at this point that I can’t even make out the culprit. Just as I position myself to get up, I look straight and make eyes with the devil, Jane. Jane grabs the collar to my shirt and hoists me up to her face. In the midst of her screaming at me I notice a circle has been forming around us. I see some girls are terrified to be watching this, while all the guys are clapping and chanting the names of who they want to it. Just as she was finishing up her accusations of stealing Bobby, I mistakenly decide spitting in her face was the best solution. Yea, that just made her angrier. As she is wiping my saliva out of her eyes I try to make a run for the door until I notice people are quickly backing away from the entrance. Right as I make my attempt to turn the knob, the door automatically opens to three men in uniform. Well, this just can’t get much worse can it? Naturally, right as I make eye contact with the cops, I turn around and make run for it. I run straight back into the battle scene and hide myself between the crowds of people who are now going crazy themselves. As everyone sees the cops entering the house, people are running out any and every door they see and jumping out of any and every window in sight. Just as I was about to run for the back door, I feel this horrible sensation in my stomach, wait now my throat, oh no, here it comes. With nowhere to turn I just find a vacant corner and puke up what seems like every piece of food I have ever had in my life. Well, if I didn’t look cute before…
At this point my head is spinning in incredibly fast circles and walking straight has now become my biggest challenge. I lose sight of which door is the back door and make my way to some kind of opening. I walk outside in the freezing air and of course forgot where I parked my car. I squint my eyes and see what looks to me like a black car just a head parked in the middle of the street. How sweet! Someone must have seen me struggling and pulled my car up for me! As I am walking towards the car I notice some kids are sitting in the back of it. Confused, I walk up and start banging on the window while screaming at these scoundrels. Are they trying to steal my car, and if so why are they sitting in the back of it? This is absolutely ridiculous. I walk around to the driver’s side of the car so I can get the hell out of here. I open the door and get in and tell the strangers to get out. Seeing as two of them are past out cold and the other is making out with the window, I decide trying to get them out is useless and let them stay. As I attempt to start the car with the keys from the middle console I notice the placement of everything is so different and weird. I try to get the key hole in the ignition for about five minutes until I finally make it in. I can’t decide if it is because I am too drunk or that I am just going crazy, but this does not look like my car. No, it has to be, I’m just really drunk. Just as I start the engine, a man runs up to my window and starts banging on my door. What the hell is this guy doing?! Why is he trying to open my door?! Dear god, is that a gun?!
Oh, I think he has a badge on. Oh, I think he’s a cop. Oh, I think this is his car. Oh, I think I’m going to jail.
****
Now I remember.
As I look down at my once beautiful sequin top, all I can see are dried spots of what I believe to be is my own puke. It is taking every ounce of pride I have left to not go for seconds on my now destroyed shirt. Oh crap, this isn’t even my shirt; my sister is going to kill me, after my mom does that is. Looking around all I can see are older women who look like they have not showered in days. I make eye contact with one who is probably 30 but looks about 50 from the way she has been taking care of herself. Her long greasy black hair is knotted all the way down her jean jacket that covers a black shirt that appears to have some band name on it. I would tell you the amount of holes that are in her jeans but I lost count after 46. Dear god, I’m pretty sure she is making sexual gestures at me. Does she not know I’m only 18?! I guess no one knows anyone’s age in here since it looks like there are a variety of us. These metal seats are freezing. I’m now regretting more than ever the choice I made to wear the shortest black skirt I own. I seriously can’t believe this is happening. Ugh, since I can’t sit here any longer amongst these criminals, I get up and press by hands around the metal bars in front of me and I place my face ever so slightly between two of the bars ahead of me and present my face of defeat.
“Officer?” is the only thing I can get out before tears start rolling down my face.
“Ma’am, I am going to have to ask you to stay quiet and remain seated until I allow you to take your one phone call,” replies the man in the uniform in the most unemotional voice possible.
I respond quickly before my breathing starts getting heaving from the crying, “But, Officer, I’m innocent, I’m just a kid!”
“MA’AM, I will only ask you one more time! Please remain seated until your name has been called! Do I make myself clear?”
Well there’s not much I can say to that. I just nod by head and turn around and sit back on the bench alongside my heels, one of which is missing the heel completely. Maybe if I could try really hard, I can figure out how the hell I ended up in the slammer. I just NEED to remember. Alright, so let’s go back to the start of the night.
****
Thank the lord it is Friday, I have been waiting for this day to come all week. Jane Rollins, the most popular girl in the senior class, is having one of her biggest parties tonight! Jane is that typical popular girl with the perfect life. Her beautiful long and wavy hair falls effortlessly down her back with a different color bow that she puts in to it every day. She has the best placed dimples I have ever seen and the prettiest blue eyes to have ever existed. I am 99% sure she has never worn the same outfit twice. Her parents are conveniently both doctors so I don’t think I need to get in to how wealthy these people are. Jane and I have known each other for a while now since we were in the same class since 6th grade. Unfortunately our friendship made a turn for the worse when she accused me of stealing her boyfriend. Okay, so maybe Bobby did break up with her to be with me but let’s be real, my personality is way better than hers, considering hers is nonexistent. She may have the best physical appearance I have ever seen, but she has nothing else going for her.
Okay so back tonight. As you can probably see, Jane and I are not “BFF’s” which leaves me in a slight problem since I am pretty much the only person who has not been invited to the party tonight. Normally I would just drag Bobby with me but since he is out of town with his family for the weekend, I am left all alone to fend for myself. Ill figure something out. So seeing as I am without any fabulous outfits, I decide now would be the perfect time to raid my sisters closet while she is out with some friends. There it is. The most stunning blue sequin top I have ever laid eyes on. As long as I am very careful, I am confident I can get this right back into her closet by tomorrow without her even noticing. So it’s about eight now and I think it would be a good time to head over to Jane’s. Seeing as parking is terrible, I am forced to park my little black car two blocks away. As I manage my way up to her house in my six inch heels, yes you heard me, six, I see a group of boys about to walk in so I squeeze myself in between them creating the perfect distraction for my entrance. Yes, I am in.
Almost everyone is already trashed and I already see what looks like four guys passed out on the couch. Mind you, it’s only eight. As I step over to the table with the drinks, I examine my choice of alcohols. Not that anyone knows, but this is my first time drinking and I am incredibly terrified but I keep cool calm and collected and pour myself some vodka in a fashionable and classy red party cup. I begin walking around and stopping once in a while to greet some friends. A few hours later I notice that the amount of people that were here after I arrived has tripled. It is so crowded that it takes me about 5 minutes to get about two feet from where I am now.I am pretty sure I just saw the same guy make out with two different girls. This is definitely one of those classy parties apparently. I guess I’ll just stand here and dance since moving anywhere is not an option. Oh shoot, I lost count of how many drinks I have had. Things are getting pretty dizzy so I’m pretty sure I am drunk.
As I am in the middle of getting my groove on to Britney, I hear the loudest ear piercing scream. Everyone immediately turns their head in the direction of the noise. Before I can even turn my back, I feel the hands of somebody grab my top and pull me backwards into the ground. I am so drunk at this point that I can’t even make out the culprit. Just as I position myself to get up, I look straight and make eyes with the devil, Jane. Jane grabs the collar to my shirt and hoists me up to her face. In the midst of her screaming at me I notice a circle has been forming around us. I see some girls are terrified to be watching this, while all the guys are clapping and chanting the names of who they want to it. Just as she was finishing up her accusations of stealing Bobby, I mistakenly decide spitting in her face was the best solution. Yea, that just made her angrier. As she is wiping my saliva out of her eyes I try to make a run for the door until I notice people are quickly backing away from the entrance. Right as I make my attempt to turn the knob, the door automatically opens to three men in uniform. Well, this just can’t get much worse can it? Naturally, right as I make eye contact with the cops, I turn around and make run for it. I run straight back into the battle scene and hide myself between the crowds of people who are now going crazy themselves. As everyone sees the cops entering the house, people are running out any and every door they see and jumping out of any and every window in sight. Just as I was about to run for the back door, I feel this horrible sensation in my stomach, wait now my throat, oh no, here it comes. With nowhere to turn I just find a vacant corner and puke up what seems like every piece of food I have ever had in my life. Well, if I didn’t look cute before…
At this point my head is spinning in incredibly fast circles and walking straight has now become my biggest challenge. I lose sight of which door is the back door and make my way to some kind of opening. I walk outside in the freezing air and of course forgot where I parked my car. I squint my eyes and see what looks to me like a black car just a head parked in the middle of the street. How sweet! Someone must have seen me struggling and pulled my car up for me! As I am walking towards the car I notice some kids are sitting in the back of it. Confused, I walk up and start banging on the window while screaming at these scoundrels. Are they trying to steal my car, and if so why are they sitting in the back of it? This is absolutely ridiculous. I walk around to the driver’s side of the car so I can get the hell out of here. I open the door and get in and tell the strangers to get out. Seeing as two of them are past out cold and the other is making out with the window, I decide trying to get them out is useless and let them stay. As I attempt to start the car with the keys from the middle console I notice the placement of everything is so different and weird. I try to get the key hole in the ignition for about five minutes until I finally make it in. I can’t decide if it is because I am too drunk or that I am just going crazy, but this does not look like my car. No, it has to be, I’m just really drunk. Just as I start the engine, a man runs up to my window and starts banging on my door. What the hell is this guy doing?! Why is he trying to open my door?! Dear god, is that a gun?!
Oh, I think he has a badge on. Oh, I think he’s a cop. Oh, I think this is his car. Oh, I think I’m going to jail.
****
Now I remember.
