The Tuesday of Thanksgiving break my sophomore year my best friends Cassandra Johnson a.k.a. Cass and Emilie Oesterle a.k.a. Half O and I all had one crazy night. It started out leaving SJA and heading to Emilie’s to get her some clothes then to Cass’s. We all changed out of our school uniforms and into casual clothes. After changing we went on Cass’s porch and started smoking weed. All three of us flirted with these senior guys, Thompson Hinman, Jimmy Partel, and Alex Sarrirs. These guys were always together, they were best friends. Each of us had “our” guy. Meaning we each preferred one guy over the other. Cass had Thompson, Emilie had Jimmy and I had Alex. With these guys we’d flirt and send them sexy pics, etc. etc. I can’t remember eating …show more content…
Emilie and Jimmy came to the back and we all took another shot and got back in the hot tub. Only after getting all the grass off our feet. We were all just hanging out in the hot tub and one of the guys suggested that we all head back to the shower. At the shower Jimmy and Alex were standing in the water and somehow we got to blowing them. Cass, Emilie, and I all took turns blowing and making out with the guys. I did not make out with Jimmy due to the fact that he didn’t look like a good kisser. Later I found out that I was right! Jimmy sucked at kissing. As we were taking turns blowing the guys, Emilie was blowing Alex and he busted in her mouth and she just completely spit it out. Right after Alex busted, he said that he had to go. I don’t know what it was with Jimmy, but he just didn’t cum after three girls blew him. . . so yeah. I’m not sure where Kaine went, but I didn’t see him for the rest of the night. Next thing that I recall happening was cleaning up. By cleaning up I mean Jimmy got grass out of the hot tub and put the cover back on. Jimmy then grabbed the alcohol and cups. Emilie, Cass, and I grabbed our clothes and shoes. As we were on our way out Emilie and Cass are doing cartwheels in the backyard as Jimmy and I was just
Earl, Charles, Jerrid and myself was all seniors in high school. Brandon and David graduated the year before us. The six of us probably went egging about three or four days out of nine days. By Tuesday came around a few of our guys started to drop off. Brandon, David, Jerrid and Charles thought we were going to get caught so they jumped ship. That Wednesday Earl and I got up with on...
As he looked at the picture, his eyes welled up with tears. It was a picture of him with his little sister, whom he would never play with again. Being only nine years old, he had not been through the deaths of any family members, except for his grandma he never even met, who passed away only months after he was born. But this tragedy turned him into an emotional wreck, as he would never be with his four year old sister again. It all happened in a heartbeat, he woke up on the first day of Spring Break and found his little sister lying silent in her bed, not breathing. And now, two days later, he finds himself at her funeral. The picture that stood out was of him and his sister showing off the vegetables they had picked in their garden
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
“…So I was invited over to one of the guy’s apartments, but I didn’t want to go by myself, so I asked one of my girlfriends to come with me. We got there and it was so f*cking weird. They were all sitting around in a big circle, just like staring at each other. It was so boring, so I just decided to start drinking like crazy. There was this one guy that kept staring at me and I mean, I guess he was kind of cute, so I started talking to him. Next thing I know, I’m hooking up with him. I knew he was one of the vets on the team, so I was so stoked about that. My friend ended up with another one of the guys in a different room and after me and my guy were done, I hooked up with one of the rookies and he couldn’t even f*cking get it up! I honestly dislike rookies. They don’t know what they’re doing.”
Textbooks in today’s schools still tell the same story that has been handed down from generation to generation. Every year children dress up and put on plays about the famous story of the first Thanksgiving. No one knows the truth though or at least people pretend to not know the embarrassing truth of our “founding fathers.” Textbooks today give the candy coated version of good saintly Englishmen come to a better world and find good neighbors willing to help in their time of need.
In the James family Thanksgiving is far from perfect but this year I wanted to change that. Know more playing Minecraft on the Xbox. It's just going to be chatting at the dinner table and eating till we pass out, while watching football. I was determined this will be the perfect Thanksgiving. But know I had to pick out my outfit for tomorrow.
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Riley tackled the jock, revealing the identity of the other kid; it was Keith. Riley mounted the jock and started wailing on his face, Riley was tall, 6,4 to be exact, which restricted the jock from pushing him off. The jock was screaming and crying, his face was a bloody mess. Riley had an evil frown on his face while unleashing the flurry punches on the guy. Not long after this, teachers started pouring into the crowd and pulling Riley off the jock, I looked around for Keith but couldn't find him no where. The kids left and sat at their tables. Riley and the jock were dragged out of the lunchroom by the teachers, since all of my friends were no where in sight, I decided to skip school. I went to the spot me and the guys always hang out at, It's an abandoned bridge in the woods, we always smoke and drink there, and talk about how much we hate ourselves and how much we hate others. When I got there I encountered Keith, he was wiping blood off his face and having a smoke, cursing under his breath. I walk up to him and make conversation. "Hey man, are you okay? It looked pretty bad out there". "Nah man, I'm fine. The fucker got in my face and started talking major trash, I didn't even say a fucking
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