Welcome
to Hell
“I’m just saying its improbable for
God not the exist.” Amy countered while
crunching on a potato chip. “ And I’m
just saying it’s improbable he
does.” I said getting annoyed with the whole argument. Every so often we have this argument and the only thing
that comes out of it is one of us
sulking about for the rest of the day ignoring the other. It always starts
simple with a tiny reference to the almighty that I just can’t refuse to
comment on, and boom a fight erupts.
We were sitting in Morgan
Valley’s High School cafeteria eating lunch. We were looking out the window at
a jasmine flower tree and Amy said, “ God makes the most beautiful things.” Me being me I couldn’t resist arguing, “ No nature makes the most beautiful
things.” So ten minutes, five cuss words, and two pissed off teens later , here
we are still arguing when Josh cuts in, “Guys you have different beliefs so you’re
never going to agree. Now that that’s been established… Can you both just drop
it?” Amy glared at both of us and pursed her lips then mumbled, “Fine.” I shrugged and continued to eat my
PB&J. The rest of the lunch period
we sat in a heavy unbroken silence.
When the bell finally rang I stood
up and walked away. I was glad to be away from a seething Amy but also sad to
go to class. My next class was Philosophy. I’ve always been told that science
can explain everything so me and Philosophy don’t mix well, and since I have
block scheduling I’m stuck with our
crack-pot teacher Mr. Jones, for ninety
minutes.
“Watch
where you’re going bitch!” Melanie Gordon snapped at me as I bumped in to her
walking down the hall. Melanie was the cliché queen bee, from her platinum
blonde hair to her fake tanned skin. I doubted anything about the girl was
real, except maybe her eyes, maybe. She
had sky blue eyes that everyone – including me – was jealous of.
I ignored her and kept walking to
class. I rounded the corner and walked in to class. “ good afternoon Miss Young.” I put on a fake
smile and sat down. I was always the first one to class since I carried my book
with me to lunch and had no need to go anywhere else. More people started to
come in and eventually Mr. Jones came in and started teaching.
Class went by pretty fast and I actually
liked it. We discussed reality and
perception for the whole period. When the bell rang I stood up and bumped in to
Damon Porter. “Sorry excuse me,” I said to him. “Nah, don’t worry about it your
fine.” I
just smiled not knowing what to say.
He started to walk away then turned around, “ Hey I’m having this party
tonight. You wanna come?” “Can I bring some friends?” I asked knowing Amy and
Josh would kill me if I didn’t. “Sure anybody you like.” “Thanks I’ll be there.
Where is there exactly anyway?” He
pulled out a piece of paper and wrote a number on it, “ he text me I’ll give
you the details. See ya.” I smiled to
myself and tucked the piece of paper into my pocket.
I caught a lucky break by finding
Amy and Josh at My locker waiting for me. “Guys guess what!” I said full of
excitement. “What?” Amy said with mock cheerfulness ,” you’re ready to admit
your wrong?”
“Forget
that, we’re going to Damon Porters party!” I squealed. Amy – momentarily
forgetting she was mad at me- stared at me with her mouth hanging open and Josh
said, “ what?” I smiled and nodded, “ I
got us invited to Damon’s party.”
We walked out of the school and got
in Josh’s old Ford Mustang. It was green with black racing stripes, and the
inside was white upholstery. I sat in the back seat and Amy sat in the
passenger seat. I put my bag beside me
and pulled out my phone. I typed a new text message and entered Damon’s
number. I sat there looking out the
window and waited nervously for his reply.
Part of me worried this was some trick or set up, but I pushed those
thoughts away. “So how exactly did we get invited to this party?” Josh asked.
“Um… I kinda bumped in to him… Literally… and he invited us to his party.” Amy
and Josh looked at each other and Amy bit her lip like she does then she thinks
you’re lying. “ Are you sure this isn’t
some trick or something to humiliate us? I mean we aren’t exactly Damon’s
favorite flavor” “ We have a flavor?” I asked. Amy turned in her seat and
glared at me, “You know what I mean” I was about to reply when my phone buzzed.
I looked at it and smiled a little. It was Damon’s number.
Hey! Parties at 319
Columbus Avenue @9:00.
I
smiled and replied okay. Josh dropped me and Amy off at my house and drove off,
“ See you at eight.” We waved and walked
in to my house. “ Okay so what are we going to wear?’ Amy asked. I shrugged and
bit my bottom lip. “ I guess what I’m wearing now.” I said. Amy’s eyes got bug
and she shook her head, “ like hell you are. You have to make a good
impression.” “ Why,” I whined stomping
my feet. “ Come on,” She ordered and drug me up the stairs to my room. I sat on
my bed while Amy when threw my closet. “ Ah ha!” She held up a dress in front
of me and said, “ no, no, just no.” It was
a red cocktail dress I had from some
party my parents drug me to every year. I stopped just above my knees and had short sleeves that barley cover
my shoulder. She laid the dress on the
bed and picked up a pair on white pumps
“ you have got to wear these with it!”
In
the end I wore the dress and the shoes and Amy did my make up with a copper
color eye because it would ‘enhance’ my eye color and a nude lip. I have to
admit I looked good with my hair curled. My hair was so brown it was almost
black and ended half way past my shoulder blades. Usually I leave it straight
and just brushed it.
Amy
wore a white strapless dress that ended right above her knees and black
stiletos. Her blonde hair was scrunched and she had a red lip and natural eyes.
Josh wore a black polo and jeans. We got in his car and drove off . I was
worried about sticking out, but when we got theref I knew we wouldn’t. Almost
everyone there was dress in the same manner we were.
We
exited the car and walked up to the mansion status house. We stopped at the
door and rung the doorbell. “Hey. Jaden and company. Come in.” He stepped aside
and let us through. I looked around the room and thought, Oh this should be fun……..
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