Partying

I had managed to get away with many secret parties with just my close friends, when my parents went on their 'mini' vacations every once in a while. Yet none of them stick out so much as when we decided to invite some boys, who in turn thought it would be a great idea to invite everyone else.

The warm June evening was filled with the sounds of loud music, jovial teenagers and several couple making out in every room of the house. Everything seemed manageable until one of the older kids smuggled in a keg. I was so freaked out that the police would come over and find it that I yelled at the boys and kicked everyone out, officially marking myself as the 'buzz killer' for the rest of my junior year.