"Hey Brittney, loved the party you had last weekend." James praised. "It was out-of-control."
"No, really? My parents were gone for a week and I trashed the house. Yeah, I had permission to have like twenty people over, but that was it. I posted the party 'privately' on facebook and the next thing I know everyone is in my house."
"I'd say there was what, at least a hundred-fifty people?"
"At least." Brittney agreed. "I didn't even know most of them. I spent the night crying in my room. Matt came up to comfort me, but he was so wasted he threw-up all over my new bedding. And my floor. I've washed the sheets four times and it STILL smells like beer."
James chuckled, red rising to his cheeks. "So you know about everything that happened, then?"
"Um, yeah, I guess so." Brittney replied. "I mean, I saw the pictures and spent the first half of the party trying to get people OUT of my house."
"So you know about the Poptart frenzy?"
"The what?"
"You know, the guys that showed up from the college ransacked your cupboards and tossed Poptarts all over your backyard."
"I haven't gotten to the backyard yet. I'm still cleaning up the inside. Some guy peed on the piano and someone else stuffed an apple in the microwave. Meanwhile the entire time the party was going, someone had emptied my freezer and put a turkey in the bathroom sink to THAW!"
"Haha- erg, that sucks. By the way, the turkey was Ryan. He said he was feeling peckish."
"I'm going to skin that boy!" Brittney screamed.
"Be happy you didn't come across the drug dealers in the basement or the couple making out on your kitchen counter."
"No. I didn't see any of that. I was too busy walking in on Stacey and Mike going at it in my bathroom! Then Stacey turns to me and was all, 'Oh my God! You're like so beautiful. You can fool around with my boyfriend, you know. I would completely understand.' Then I was like, 'um, no thanks?' I mean really, how wasted do you have to be to offer up your boyfriend, in front of your boyfriend?"
"Really wasted?"
Brittney nodded in agreement.
"So I tried to get everyone out again, but then someone elbowed me in the boob, so I went to get out of the crossfire when I realised I had stepped into the middle of a fight. It turns out that Mike slept with Stacey - which I saw in my bathroom - and Stacey was dating Matt. So there was a blood-raging fist-fight in my living room."
"Yeah, I saw that. Then I went into the kitchen for another beer."
Great, thanks James. Thanks for trying to help me clear the house out, Brittney thought angrily.
"Then," Brittney continued, "Lisa comes running over to me and I asked her what was happening in the kitchen and she was all, 'Oh, there was an incident with a shoe in the oven, but I dealt with it.' So I replied with a thanks and as she was leaving to clean up the broken lamp she stops and says, 'oh yeah, you might want to get the cat food out of the kitchen sink, too.' When she saw the look on my face she seemed to change her mind, 'actually, I can take care of that.' So here I am, still cleaning this mess up."
James had a smirk on his face that stretched from one ear to the other. "So I guess you won't be throwing a partry any time soon?"
"How about no?" Brittney asked with a hiss. "That downstairs bathroom is still flooded and the trees are still covered in string-cheese."
"That's disgusting!" Lynn shrieked, joining Brittney and James at the lunch table. "Hey B, have you seen your cat?"
"Yeah, she came out yesterday hissing at me. Someone had soaked her in beer and she must have been stepped on ALOT throughout the night, because she attacks feet now. The poor thing has been scared shitless."
Lynn twirled her hair relentlesslty. "Did you get the groceries I dropped off so you could restock before your parents got back?"
"Yeah, thanks for that. Jake came by and helped me glue the table back together, so now all that's left to do is patch up the hole someone punched in the wall, calm the cat, remove the spray-paint off the walls and unclog the toilets which some scholar shoved tacos down."
"Oh, don't forget the Poptarts in the backyard and the laundry in the pool!" James added.
No, how could she ever forget that.
"I don't know how I would have survived the night if my neighboor hadn't have come over when I called and chased everyone out. She spent the day after helping me and a couple of my friends clean the place up. And she has a twelve-month old baby at home." Brittney sighed.
"Well, at least you're okay now." Lynn whispered. "It's over and nothing else can get any worse."
"True."
"Uh. . . B?" James called, slightly nervous. "Don't look now, but the party made the paper. And your parents get home tomorrow."
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Author notes
This is based on a true story. These are all names of real people doing things in the story that they did in real life. Yes, it was a party of the year. No, we won't be doing that again now will we? Poor Brittney. Her parents were furious.
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Comments
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Loved it
I love your story it was so good!beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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Wow.
Poor Brittney.
I feel so bad for her. And her cat.
It's even worse because I know Brittney!!
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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lol I know what you mean, Jewah. James and her made me like die laughing, though. Their arguments and Lynn's "kind" imputs teehe. That's how I should spend every english period. It makes for good writing.
-Chantale
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Wow, that's um.....well, just plain awesome. Love the way you wrote this, nicely done and poor Brittney, that girl faced one hell-of-a party. Maybe she'll learn. . . or not? lol Anyways, ttyl
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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Nicely written
Howsoever disgusting it could be for Brittney, the narration has a beautiful flow, making one wants to read more. There are two emotions that primarily arise - anger on the part of Brittney and amusement on the part of the reader. Enjoyed reading this one.
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Haha! =D VERY realistic and well written. It seams as though you have had experiecne with think kind of thing lol.
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Haha!
This was awesome! It reminded me of a party I went to a few years ago. It was insane. Actually, I am in the middle of writing it, it's called The Ubertastic Supershow.
But anyway, this story was great. It's very realistic and made me laugh while seeing this stuff play out in my head. It also brought memories back, and that's the point of stories like this. Having to clean up pop tarts, cat food and everything else must have been a pain in the arse.
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holy S H I T!! That's fucking crazy and unbelievable.
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The conversation is a bit dry. Maybe you should add some more descriptive details of what went on at the party. Also, did you check with people mentioned in the story if it was okay to use their real names? A lot of people like to be anonymous or have their names changed in print before being publicly written about or exploited.
I would suggest double spacing between different lines of dialogue; it makes it easier to read, especially online. Right now it just looks like a big jumble of words and very unappealing.
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I liked this.. Man, this captures all the wild things that happen when parents are away xD
I'd hate to be her.. knowing my mom.. Lmfao.
Anyways, nice job.
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Very nice
I would hate to be that girl when her parents got home. This is a really cute story, a little short on cliches but still very funny. Thanks for entering my contest.
Trish
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Funny! Sounds like a cool party but the clean-up...not so cool. I loved it!
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Hot dayummm . Lmfao. To remove the smell of beer, soak the item in lemon juice. x: Good luck!
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Oh wow. It got pretty out of control. How did ur parents react??? mine wuda killed be then roasted my body on a barbeque!!!! lolz. but it was a funny storyh. did the party really end up in the paper? how did they react to that? it was nice of the neighbor to help out. I wonder how so many ppl found out about it........................Lol
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True story? Sounds like the parties seniors thro every single year when they graduate. Even the middle schoolers end up hearing about them.
That was really funny.
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