So there I was sitting in the passenger side of the beat up Subaru with some indie rock band playing in the background. The singer sounded like he was on his last leg and was about to run out victoriously, jumping into the freeze frame with his fist curled in the air. I had just finished performing halftime at the football game, we were still down by forty two. Boy, you should have seen us dance, we were goddamn awful. The new girls didn't know the steps, bumping mindlessly into each other and the girls who did know it were in too much of a mood to perform. Back in the car, the team captain was talking about how her and his guy were getting it on in the backseat just a couple of days ago. To be fair, she's a friend, but after her summer in …show more content…
When she dropped me off at home, she said she was going back to the game despite being so tired because there might be a party after. You ought to heard the way she asked if I wanted to go back, asking out of politeness but it was obviously not sincere. I said thanks and turned her down, laughed a little as I watched her drive back. I didn't sleep much that night, just tossed and turned a lot. Now let me tell you that being in a large group of people is the absolute worst. A bunch of us were walking to this junior's party Saturday night and we were noisy as hell. Alotta of us were already tipsy, falling over each other, trying to get at each other. When we got there, this kid with greasy shoulder length hair opened the door and told us that the party was full. The drunk ones started arguing with the kid while the others and I went through the back, only to find another greasy little kid guarding the back door. We must have looked ridiculous. A guy from inside the party came out and started to negotiate with the child bouncer. He was telling him about how the seniors are throwing down so hard next weekend, trying to persuade him to let us in. You could practically see the kids eyes dilate, thinking about how he would be in this exclusive party and how all his friends would get so jealous. Then at school, he would brag to everyone about him hooking up with some drunk chick who was too out of it to say no. Right then I started to feel like crap. …show more content…
It was probably a lousy place, but it sure did look nice. The night was freezing and I only had on a thin windbreaker I bought last winter break. I swear I thought I was gonna catch the goddam flu again. I saw some black silhouettes sitting on the playground, followed by a glow of orange and many puffs of smoke. It reminded me of a movie I saw this summer about these two spies who hate each other's guts, but need to work together in order to save the world. It the corniest thing I've ever seen. Anyways, it turned out they were the guys in the band at school. It's a pretty armature band, but the drummer isn't half bad, only he thinks too much of himself. The rest of my group were across the courtyard playing foursquare and having a damn good time, while I talked with the band. It was mostly meaningless exchanges of past stories but it had us laughing on the ground. We kept on talking for god knows how long, but my toes had turned blue by the end of
Kate's family had rented out a ballroom in a neighborhood country club, and we intended to dance the night away. As I approached the scene, disco lights streamed through the large windows and ran all over the lawn. Music enveloped the parking lot as my adrenaline began to elevate. I sauntered in, waving to my friend...
About two years ago our youth group, that consisted of about eight to ten people, got together and went on this journey together. This wonderful journey led us to Omaha, Nebraska. We began this trip on a Sunday morning. This was the beginning of our long journey to the great state of Nebraska. During our long trip to Nebraska we many played games along the way. My dad would say “who wants to play the alphabet game”. I would chime in with a “I do” along with three other people. There were also the not so great parts about the car ride up there. Our whole group as a whole whole would argue about the silliest of things. One person named Drake would constantly have to go to the bathroom and would just shout out “I’m going to pee my pants if we don't stop soon”. The end result would be all of us yelling at him about how we just stopped an
As Junior year rolled around things began to get more interesting. There was a liquor store in Belleville that sold to minors and one night Alan, Alex, Cal, and I went to Max’s One Stop together and bought a ton of alcohol. It was hilarious and we made it just weeks before the cops raided the place and forced them to start checking ID. Junior year was fun with many fun nights but it really didn’t heat up until the end of the year when I went to my first real big party. Will Hogan was a senior at the time and he threw a darty for his grade and invited only four of us juniors. It was really fun and my first experience at a real party. Things started to change after that. Near the end of June I got a call from Luke Worley. In Luke’s call he
It started off with the waltz as the banda began to play a steady beat that my dad and I danced to while everyone gazed. During this precise moment, I studied my father’s eyes and noticed a sparkle I had never before seen in his usually cold stare. It was such a heartwarming sensation I have not felt since then, and I could totally understand why many girls get emotional while sharing this moment with their paternal figures. But we had to move on, and after my dad it was my godfather’s turn to dance with me, followed by uncles, aunts, cousins and friends. I got to spend a few minutes with the people I care so much about, and they all took this time to demonstrate their unconditional love and support. After roughly two hours, the waltz came to an end, but the fun was just about to begin for us and our guests when the DJ began playing some norteñas to commence the night. As soon as “Los Tigres Del Norte” emerged from the gigantic speakers, everyone left their seats and rushed to the dance floor, showing off their best moves. People danced like there was no tomorrow, from norteñas and huapangos to cumbias and pasito satevo. And what better way to bring this stunning night to an end than by doing our favorite line dances! We could definitely not leave “El Payaso del Rodeo”out of this one! We all enjoyed this night to the fullest, and without a doubt this was going to be one to
She had come over to Heather and said, “Why were you ever my friend? Why did you talk bad about me? Was it just so that you could make the team? I hate you and I never want to see you
The truth is, I wasn't the only one who had that "deer in headlights" look the other night during our first dance rehearsal. One gal said, "I feel like I'm living my recurring nightmare right now. The one where I'm in a show, it's Opening Night, and I haven't been to a single rehearsal."
One funny story we have to tell you is the one that took place in Plett Rage 2014. We had a young drunk girl come to us asking persistently if we had seen her friend, which we hadn’t, yet she kept asking. After about 10
There was tiny chairs, books filled with knowledge, and tiny faces eager to learn. Sitting on the soft rug while eating popcorn for snack, was so relaxing. Open a book, and it feels like the book shoots knowledge right a you, like it’s pulling you in with a rope. The tables were very smooth, good enough to take a nap on.Of course, there were also bad things. The only thing I didn’t like was the Comic Sans, this font. I don’t know why, but I absolutely hate it. I also didn’t love the WHIRR of the pencil sharpener. The noise, was a different story. Not exactly relaxing. Some times it was quiet like a mouse, but sometimes it was LOUD like a lion. Its was usually peaceful, but there was some situations where it was horrible. Like that time when somebody threw paper across the room, and then another person did it, and it just turned into a EPIC paper fight. There was one period of time, one month, where it went C-R-A-Z-Y!
It was a beautiful day bright and sunny, it was the the last week of 6th grade. I was going home like always on the bus minding my own business. When I heard a friend of mine saying rude words to a student with special needs and I just saw her crying in the corner of my eye. So I told her the girl with special needs to walk away. The girl that was being extremely rude pulled my hair and dropped me so violently that I scraped my elbows and hit my chin.
“Tina, This is not the time to text Cody we have stuff to do, you can talk to him after” I demanded, you see Cody is her boyfriend/ The assistant Manager.
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The air was musty and cool. The light was dim with only a single bulb lighting the small space. It was just big enough for me to comfortably crawl on hands and knees. It was a place I liked hanging out because it was a good spot to cool off on a hot summer day and if I wanted to be left alone with just me and my thoughts this is where I went. I would go as far as I could and sit and rest my back against the cool earth.
I kept dancing to “Me Too” but as we started the ending eight count, I made a mistake. I started doing the wrong part of the dance, while I was at the very front of the stage. I kept smiling, but on the inside, my stomach was doing backflips. I could not believe that I messed up.
I lived with my father for my entire life, but due to his work I did not spend much time with him. My father worked at a different city; and thus he comes home only a few times a month. My father is a mechanic. He works at a company that is distant from our home. This was due to the company being the only one and the first where cars were being assembled in Ethiopia. Sometimes on the weekends I used to go to his work place. He would give me a trip of the place; the station was filled with vehicles, trucks, and motorcycles. It was separated by sections. In each section there were only one type of vehicle and the assembly process was shown step by step. From a fuse to large engine of the car, components were getting attached.
It was spring and, it was my stepmom’s birthday. Everyone on my dad’s side of the family loves to drink, and all their friends love to drink. Because my father was in charge of me he didn’t drink. The party starts pretty casually and light-hearted. My stepmom didn’t want anyone to get blackout