EPSILON

Billie came down the steps of the hallways of Martin Luther King High School. His bag felt heavy over his shoulder and he turned the corner. He knock, into a man who was standing out in the open.
"Ohew man watch where your going!" The man turned around, with a smile on his face.
"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean anything by it, here." The man handed Billie a flier, that had the words "Summer Bash." Written on the front give a date, place and time.
"What is it."
"Its a school function for all you kids, we had some extra money saved up and we wanted to give it back to the Teens of St. Louis." The man lied.
"Alright, cool cool. I'll think about."
"At 10 alright." The man looked for other students to pass out a flier to.
"Alright." Billie walked away from the man, as the school bell rang.

It was the last day of school for the Summer, now was time to live it up and go off to far away places. But for Billie, it just meant more hours to work at his job. As the kids screamed passed him, roaring and rooting up the hallways. Billie walked quietly till he got to his busted old jeep. It's engine rattled slowly before the muffler popped.

Billie pulled out of the parking lot, heading back home. As the streets blared with horns and the steaming hot summer air, made the trip home unbearable.

Billie pulled up into the mobile home lots. He looked around the corners, as he turned. The sound of screeching cars and barking pit-bulls gave the plot a very catatonic feel. No sense of order, or control, only the streets that held the land strait and clean, but even those were worn down and beaten, with Massive Potholes and cracks.

The Boy pulled into his lot slowly, turning the engine off as he pulled his feet on the brake.

Getting out he stepped out of his car, and into his tiny yellow house, that sat on the corner of the street. A loud waning voice called out to Billie, as soon as he stepped into the kitchen.
"Billie, you home boy."
"Yes Auntie." The boy walked into the living room of the house, seeing his aunt sitting on the couch. She was a broad, yet powerful woman. Always seeming to have some kind of smile or smirk on her face. Epically if her nephew was around.
"How was your day baby." Billie sat down beside her, as he pecked him on the head.
"It was alright Auntie, nothing special."
"Nothing special, Billie your about to graduate next year. You got to be happy. By the way I got good news."
"What is it." The boy said with lack luster appeal.
"You father just got out home from prison." As soon as her words left her mouth, the sound of a rushing toilet was heard around the corner of the house. A big beefy man walked into room, with a white wife-beater on. He had a short grizzly beard, that hung on his chin, and curled over to the top of his head. The man sat down on the chair beside Billie. He pulled a beer out of a sleeve beside the chair, taking a big swig.
"Terry, arn't you gonna say hello to your son." Auntie said leaning up.
"Hey Boy." the man said with a gruff, grizzled voice. The sound shook Billie's chest, and the boy leaned back a bit.
"Good, I'm doin good."
"Thats good." The man took another swig before turning on the T.V. Auntie clapped her hand, with joy.
"Awhe, its so good to have everyone here. Bless your mother's soul." She said patting Billie's leg as she got up, walking into he kitchen. She was about to look in the refrigerator, until she saw the flier sticking out of Billie's back pack. She pulled it out, and slowly read it.
"Baby? what is this..... You going to it."
"Don't know yet Auntie, probably not."
"Awhe, Billie you got to go, being stuck in the house all day isn't good for a young person. You got to get outside."
"Maybe Auntie." Billie said looking over at the T.V.
"Baby, don't you ignore me. Your going to that bash, it will be good for you. Now get dress, and cleaned up. You should be looking forward to this, you might finale get a girl."
"Alright Auntie." Billie got up and headed off to the bathroom, ready to take a shower. "Lest I can say is that your looking out for me."
"I know." Auntie said as she started to cut some tomatoes.

Carlos was walking out of his classroom when a man stopped him on his tracks."Yes sir can I help you" he said to the man looking at him up and down ."Here young man why don't you come to the Summer Bash its going to be today at 10" he said as he gave it to him and placed it on his hand without any questions being asked. Carlos looked at the flyer and started walking to the bus station. He couldn't afford to buy a car . He was wondering if he could make it home by 5 and then take care of the Children center and then come back to the Summer Bash in time. It wasn't likely that he would go since he didn't have friends at school."Mijo eres tu" his mother called when he walked in through the door . "Yes ma its me" he said as he placed the backpack in the living room. " Carlos since today is the last day of school all the ladies decided to go out with thier children so i guess you're off today."His mother said to him "Ma, I don't think i'm going to be here later on I'm going to some Bash that the school is making"he said as he went to his room to take a shower

Innocent looked onward towards the formerly blue sky, which now produced many hues of orange and red in preparation of the sun's departure. As he sat there upon a bench surrounding by the trees of the city park, the teenager held in his hand an orange flier. Apparently, according to the man who had given it to him, it was a party of sorts the school was sponsoring in light of extra, unseen money, of which Innocent quickly assessed as being a complete load of bull.

The school just about never has any "extra" money left; its a public school. thought the clever Innocent. "And even if they did, they would spend it on something like football or another idiotic sport like that. No, there is definitely more to it than "extra" money. The principal probably wants to look good for the school administrator; she has been after the dude's job for like... ever."

Tossing the flier in the trash canister beside him before standing up, Innocent strode out of the park with a new found hatred towards his school district. However, just as he was about to reach the gate, he looked back. The party would be at 10 o'clock; should he attend? He looked at his clock: 6:03. He had spent 3 hours and 33 minutes in the park since school ended, just gazing off into nowhere. His mother and father would be furious with him, they always seemed to. The son of a district attorney and a surgeon general; what a fitting combination to produce a high school flunky. It was because of his low grades that they had transferred him to public school, hoping that the classes would be too easy even for him to screw up. Yet, as always, he was failing in every class other than AP Calculus, which he had been put in due to an advanced placement test that went terribly awry; Innocent had not only passed, but had recieved a 100%, recently not attained by another student of that school. One would normally be happy of this sort of achievement, but not Innocent. Now it only confirmed to his parents that he could do better work, and now they had grown intolerant of his poor academic preformance.

Thusly, when Innocent opened the door, it did not suprised him to see his dear mother and father standing there in front of him, their faces a grimace as he walked into the house. His mother slammed the door behind him, and for the next 30 minutes he was interrogated of his daily performance and the reason why he was late, before he was allowed to go upstairs and change for the Summer Bash. Due to their connections, and their simple narotic behavior, they had attained notification of the man passing out the fliers at the school, and knew all about the party. They assumed that if Innocent would be around other people, he would grow embarrised of his poor grades when around his new friends and thus strive to work harder in school. Despite the crazy, not to mention demented, idea, Innocent accepted it indefinately. And so, dressed in a black suit, black dress shirt, and matching black dress pants, accompanied with a loose, silver tie, Innocent stepped down each stair, with every step muttering a silent profanity.

"My!" Mother Meister exclaimed. "See how handsome you look when dress nicely?"

"Yes indeed," Father Meister did agree. "You will be even more of a hit with the ladies with better grades."

"Yeah, yeah. Ladies like a smart guy." Innocent responded almost recitingly, rolling his eyes as he did so."

"That's right my son. Now get on out of here and enjoy yourself for once; you will wish you had after the summer course we are putting you through."

And so, Innocent traversed onto the cold steps which led from his house to the outside world, looking up at the sky as it grew black as coal. He still had a few hours to kill before the party, of which he didn't even desire to be on time for. Being punctual wasn't high on Innocent's To Do List.

The schools chemistry lab is dark but for the light of a small lamp that illuminated a girl at work. Heedless of the students outside in the school, enjoying the beginning of summer, and the fact that the halls were empty was also lost on her as she scribbled on her charts, one eye pressed to her microscope. The door clicked as her teacher came up behind her, holding all of his personal effects.

"Ah!" she smiled and scribbled more furiously. Her left hand was writing her observations while her right was writing her hypotheses based on this new knowledge and what she was now discovering. Her hands were alternated moving, a smooth rhythm back and forth as her teacher coughed behind her.

"Hello, Mr. Thornton." she said, not looking up.

"Bell rang." he said sounding amused. She made a small sound to say she understood him. "Three hours ago." Sadiya put down her pencil carefully so that it followed the line of the paper and held it up to the teacher, beckoning with her fingers. She had done this many times, simply using the key to the storage cupboards and returning it the next day before classes began. Mr. Thornton laughed loudly.

"Sadi, it's the last day of school." Startled, she hopped to her feet, causing her chair to clatter backwards. Her project was half finished, this specific germ would never keep over the summer and she would be moving on to college in the fall where she wasn't sure whether they would give her the same access to the labs that she would need to finish. Mr Thornton read the concern in her face.

"Summer school starts in two weeks. It'll keep on ice till then." Sadiya relaxed and gathered her things. The teacher helped her pack away the equipment and in return she helped him carry his things to his car. "Are you going to the jamboree tonight?" he asked, making conversation. Sadiya supposed she should since her primary directive was to obtain social enrichment at this public school. She got the details of the time and location and returned her car.

It was a practical car, with all the safety features and none of the luxury features. It was a silver car with a silver interior. There was no Cd player or even a radio. She strapped in and turned on her car, flipping the signal to enter traffic. As she started to pull out she spotted the boy with the strange name who was in her AP Math class. She had talked to him a few times and he hadn't seemed to interested in the class lecture that time...or ever really. His lack of interest had surprised her at first until she realized that most high school students weren't interested in the pursuit of knowledge. She thought for a moment that she might offer him a ride...but fear overtook her and she drove off at a reckless speed of thirty five miles an hour.

She arrived at her two story suburban home in the nicer area of St. Louis. No one was home, she noted as she pulled into the parking garage. The lights flickered on automatically, her only welcome. It wasn't uncommon for her parents to work late, in fact they did more nights than they didn't. Dinner would be prepared, sealed in Tupperware and marked "Friday, Dinner, heat in microwave safe container for three minutes. Stir and then heat for two additional minutes." For how smart they thought she was, they sure treated her as though she had the intellect of a small child.

She spent the next several hours reading the biography of Demitri Mendeleev. She had finished it by the time nine o clock ran around. Sighing, she dressed. She had been to parties before and dressed in a party dress that she had worn several times before. It was black and had a long straight cut, off the shoulders with a slit up her leg, but not too far. With it she wore a pair of strappy shoes with a heel, less practical but more modern. She completed the look with a silver necklace and bracelet set, with tasteful diamonds set into them.

She was completely unaware that she was utterly overdressed.

Jack strolled down the stairs, hefting his bookbag filled with binders and unfilled notebooks leftover from the school. Junior year finally ended for Jack Rogers, and he planned to enjoy the summer. Little did he know.

Hitting the bottom step, Jack turned to see Benny Bop, a senior. This wasn't his real name. His real name was Benjamin Herner, but because of his bulling habits, which including bopping someone on the head.

"Okay Flesh," spoke Benny, "your funny or your life." Early in Jacks first year, he and Benny had crossed paths a few times, and Benny had warmed up to Jack quickly, mostly because of Jack's ability to make a person laugh at just about anything, and that Benny was a fan of comedians.

"One for the road, eh Benny? Well, you get to chose, blonde joke or a priest, rabbi, and a baptist joke?" Jack turned to Benny fully, smiling slyly, trying to remember some good ones he read online.

"Well, we had a religious joke yesterday. How about a blonde joke." Benny scrathed at his chin hairs, which were in need of a shave, waiting for what Jack would come up with.

"Cool, I heard this one last week. So theres this blonde. . . ."

* * *

Jack walked down the street, enjoying the air more than usual. Nearing a cross walk he had to use, Jack spotted a flier on a power-beam that hadn't been there the day before. It was for a school funded party at ten o' clock that night. It sure didn't seem that strange, but Jack didn't feel right. The school never threw parties after last day of school. Most of the money was spent by then.

"Oh well, might as well get out of the house." Jack tore one of the slips off the paper that had the time and place on it, and went the rest of the way home contemplating what to do.

* * *

Jack left the house an hour before the party was supposed to start. He wasn't to far from the school, but it should burn enough time walking that he would get there at the most a few minutes before if he took his time. Looking down at himself, Jack felt along his flanel lumberjack shirt, looking for anything in the pockets that could get him thrown out. Then patting his pockets, he made sure the twenty-bucks that his parents had given him was in his wallet. Feeling it there, he continued to check his appearance from his kaki-pants to his good school shoes. Everything fine. Jack started for the party, wondering how long it would take for the punch to get spiked, and how many would spike it. He knew he was going to get into a chugging contest with someone, so he wouldn't want to get drunk at a school function.

His life was monotone. His routines were indifferent. His life recycled itself weekly. Great.

"Hey, Bryon. Byron."

Nakamura snapping back into reality. Changing focus from infinity and beyond back to half a meter away, it was Michelle and she was eating her staple diet. He never quite understood how she could eat the same thing everyday and not get disgusted by it. But he should not be the one to talk.

"Earth to Nakamura."
"Yes, I'm listening, I'm listening."

He really wasn't but technically he said 'am' meaning currently, now, in the present, which was the truth... sort of. He had known Michelle since way back to when they were elementary school? No, maybe further, maybe even kindergarten.

"So... are you going to go?"
"Go...?"

Michelle's face almost puffed up. She was always so animated.

"You're not listening again!"
"I heard you, the summer bash right?"
"Man, you're always zoning out. Need to fix it you hear? Or its going to haunt you someday."
"Hey Mish, come on! Stop flirting with your boyfriend, we're going to be late for class."
"Hey, he's not my boyfriend! If you keep saying stuff like that I'll never get one in my lifetime."

Cleaning up her tray Michelle left the cafeteria with the other. Instantly, Byron had a bad feeling... like a creepy presence (plural) sneaking up behind him.

"You know you want it. Spike her drink and you can take her home tonight. She won't remember a thing."
"Shut it."
"Hey hey, it was a joke, a joke. Don't get so pissed."
"Ya man. When are you heading over? We're thinking of meeting at the seven eleven. Bring the usual."

At the sound of the bell, the students in the cafeteria began to disperse. Some headed back to class while others will be 'sick' as usual.

"Hey, we're balling Sunday. Don't forget."
"Ya ya."

Amber looked at the flier in her hand. there was "Summer bash" written on, an address, and other informations. Nothing too remarkable. Her hand went on the walkman strapped to her belt and pressed the stop button. Hard rock doesn't exactly help to listen clearly. -did you said something?- she asked to the man that gave her the flier, but he was busy with other students that were curious about the thing. She shook her head and walked away.
As always, she took the metropolitan to go back home. There were lots of people, but the huge amount of pointy, dangerous studs on her bomber jacket forced everyone to stay at least 5 cm away from her. She went out of the metropolitan and walked on the streets, still holding the flier in one hand. The traffic was heavy, but it was nothing too much unbearable for Amber. Almost nothing was too much unbearable to her, and the only person who could really make her life hard was dead. Her father.

she rang the doorbell, and she heard her little sister calling for her behind the door. Her mother opened it. -Amber, honey! your sister is always worried for you when you come back later..- she said. -I'm not later than usual, mom. Don't worry, i'm ok. I want to be alone for a little.- she said, and quickly escaped her mother closing herself in her room. it was all pink and black, with a large bed and lots of posters attached to the walls. Amber jumped on the bed, taking her jacket off, and looked again at the flier, thoughtful. It wouldn't be bad to go at a party for once. maybe i could meet someone interesting. I'd really need a friend. But if people laughs at me? What if i make a fool of myself? Or maybe it'll be filled with couples. Or nerds. she sigher and turned the music on, opening her wardrobe.

(I'm gonna hop in at this summer bash. That ok?)

Victor was in biology class completing his final test of the year, this was his final year here at this god forsaken hell hole of a high school. He knew as always he was gonna pass with his 4.0 G.P.A, He could go to any collage that he wanted. But he didn't want to go to any collage, he wanted to get revenge on the one man that caused him and his pregnant mother so much pain, grief and sorrow for the past seven months that he wanted to kill that man with his bare hands .....That man was Tyler Rensha. As Victor turned in his test, he walked out the classroom and over to his locker and got his car keys and his black trench coat and walked out to the parking lot. As he walked to his car a piece of paper with the words 'Summer Bash!' on it got stuck to his left boot, and he picked it up and studied it thoroughly.

"I got nothing else better to do" he said as he walked over to his black mustang, but was cut off by a man running into him. That man was Tyler Rensha, the same man who put his father in a coma and made his and his mother's life a living hell.

"Well I'll be damned, if it ain't Victor Stane. How is your father, oh wait i know he's still in the coma that I so happily put him in" Tyler said with humor in his voice as he looked over at Victor

"Listen you douche-bag, you will pay for what you have done. My seven month pregnant mother is bawling her freaking eyes out for her near dead husband, While you are free to what ever the hell you want. You should be rotten in a prison cell while some guy named Sally makes you his bitch!" Victor said with pure disgust in his voice

"And what are you gonna do about it, your just some nerd nobody that has nothing and will never be nothing" Victor then pushes Tyler to the ground and leans over him

"I know that you act all tough, But you have more of a bark then a bite. If you ever make fun of my family or myself ever again, I will hunt you down and i will make you suffer so much that your never gonna known as man ever again." Victor then walks over to his Black beat up mustang and opens the driver door.

"Is that a threat Stane?"

"No it's a promise" Victor said with anger in his voice as he got into his car, put the keys in the ignition and took off toward his house.
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"I swear to god, I will kill that bastard" Victor said as he exited his car, walked to his front door and opened his door to find his mother on the floor in a fetal position crying her eyes out. He already knew what was gonna happen, but he had to know anyway so he ran over to his mother and hugged her.


"Victor Y-your...f-father is dead" Those four words just broke Victor's spirit and Tore him up on the inside, and for the first time in a long time he broke down crying with his mother. After a hour of crying, Victor picked his pregnant mother up slowly and genitally and walked her over to her bedroom and tucked her in.

"I'll be back later mom, i have to go to this school meeting and mingle with the various students" He said as he kissed his mother on the forehead and closed her door. Right after that he ran to his bedroom, Pulled out his Black suit with red pinstripes and a red dress shirt and black shiny wing tips, got dressed quickly and ran to his black mustang and drove off toward the school

Sadiya got into her practical, safe, non luxury car. She slid on her seat belt and adjusted the seat slightly to account for the slight height difference. Compulsively, she adjusted her mirrors, up then down, and up again, adjusting it for what she thought to be an even better visibility, continuing this behavior with each of her side mirrors. She flipped down her visor and slid open the mirror there. She used this to check the tasteful makeup she had applied. When she felt satisfied with her appearance, she hit the button to open the garage door, and gripped the wheel, waiting for the metal door to finish raising.

She was ready.

Jack finally reached the school, the soles of his feet a little sore from the walk.

I should have taken my bike. I could have just biked around the parking lot to kill time if I had to, but no, I had to walk. Ugh, my feet are killing me! Stepping up onto the curb, he walked along the side walk. Looking at his watch, it read 9:55.

Five minutes left. Hmm, so, five minutes to sit on my butt for the next while. Great. Looking at the doors to the gym, he saw men in black suits gaurding the door, and a few other kids leaning on walls. One of them was Benny.

"Hey Benny, so, you saw the fliers too, huh?" Jack hailed to Benny, waving an arm and walking torward him.

"Yah, but they won't let us in. Said it was to early and would be unfair. Strict as ever, the geezers." Benny walked torward Jack and the two met on the lawn.

"I don't know, I have this nagging feeling that those guys aren't supervisors. They look more like the secret service or something."

"Hmm, I got that feeling to. I was thinking of leaving, but I've never went to a school party before, and now that this was my senior year, I really don't want to miss one."

"You're kidding! Not one? Me neither, i only came because the school usually never gives out fliers."

"Jack, you moved here from New Jersey, right?"

"Ya, pretty sure."

"Didn't they do that there?"

"No, thats why I'm intrigued," Jack looked at his watch again. It read 9:58, two minutes left, "and it looks like its almost show time. I just know someones going to spike the punch."

Billie stepped out of his room, dressed in a button up white shirt, and black slack. Walking into the kitchen, see saw Auntie sleeping on the couch, when he stepped into the living room, the woman slowly opened her eyes. She took a high pitch squeal.
"Oh baby, Baby, you look so hansom."
"Thanks Auntie, I'm gonna go to the party."
"You have a good time baby." Billie headed outside and started up the beat-up car. He pulled the flier out of his pocket looking for the location.

Driving into Downtown St. Louis, with the pack of high rises and skyscrapers. He stopped at the address, looking up a lavish Condo complex. "What is this a bash or the prom." He pulled his car around and parked it around the side.

Stepping at the entrance he saw big beefy bouncers side by side, Billie raised his eyebrow. As he walked passed the bouncers, the sound of scuffling feet came behind him.
"Hey man, man What are you doin let me go." It was a small teen carrying "something" in a paper brown bag.
"No drinking on the premises. Take your shit and leave."
"Hey man I'm here to party." The teen was quickly picked up and dragged away by the bouncers, his arms and legs swinging. "Let go! Let Go of me!"

Billie shurgged and walked inside. He stepped into the main room. Filied with music and dancing it seemed to be a perfect mix of High-class Balls and Low-class Raves. Billie looked out the gaping window that made the room seem vast and open. A perfect view of the Arches could be seen through the windows. "What is this Laguna Beach." Billie smiled but did not chuckle as he walked to the refreshment table.

An unnecessarily large, black limo pulled up on the right side of the road, parking temporily. From the front door came the chofer, dressed in a black driver's suit, who with an elegant stride treaded towards the door upon the other side of the vehicle, preparing to open the door for his master. However, before he could do so, out came his master, Innocent himself, who upon stretching his legs down onto the pavement and holsting himself up with the sides of the limo's doorway into a standing position, glared angerly towards his driver. Though the chofer himself did not look towards his master, as it was seen unfit to look upon one's master's eyes, he could feel the fiery hot intensity of Innocent's glower.

"I told you seventy-six times before." Innocent scowled to his driver. "I do not need to have my door opened for me. I am not an infant."

"I apologize, Sir." Responded the chofer, though his voice remained monotonous. "However, I was simply follo-"

"I don't care!" Innocent snapped back, and began walking towards the building which the party would be held, his chofer trudging alongside him as always. "Whatever. While I am at this stupid party, just do whatever you like, I couldn't care less. Just meet me here in an hour."

But, Sir-"

"Like I said, I don't care. Just go; you'll just attract attention. Mother and Father won't be any the wiser."

"As you wish, Sir."

Thus, the chofer returned to his limo and drove off slowly towards wherever he may have desired to do, and Innocent forced himself towards the party building. All was fine, and Innocent was not yet feeling remorse for continuing onward with his path. Perhaps the party would not be so terrible? Perhaps he would meet someone who shared his misanthropic feelings toward life? Regardless of whatever would come about in this endeavor, Innocent was finding it easier and easier to enter that party room. That is, until he stopped abruptly, his eyes focusing more thoroughly whilst he noticed that there were a few individuals who were simply standing in front of the entrance. However, one of which was catching Innocent's eye the most. A secret of Innocent's that the teenager did not voice openly nor expect to be requited; it was but a love that would prove to be only at a distance.

What do I do now? Innocent thought to himself, a cold chill creeping up his spine every second he laid eyes upon his crush. Right there. The object of my infatuation, my beloved, is right there. Damn this foolish heart of mine. Should I say anything? Should I strike up a conversation? What would we even talk about? We have nothing in common. We don't even know one another! We've only seen each other pass through the hallways on my way to AP Math. Maybe I should just pass them quickly, and not say anything? Yeah, that'll work. Then I can save my humilation for next year. Sounds good enough for me.

Despite his quick solution to the problem at hand, Innocent was reluctant to proceed in it. He longed to meet that special person which caused him such grief, yet possessed such amour in the boy's brittle heart. Therefore, as Innocent quickly walked past that certain someone, he couldn't help but mutter something. Nothing romantic, or even important. It was simply a common phrase with no higher meaning that what it was.

"Excuse me."

There was neither motion in their isolated space nor was there signs of progressing time. How many hours have slipped away since they began today's session on this tatami? How much more time until the end when he can thank his grandfather and leave for the summer bash?

"Remove the impurities from your mind."
"Yes Grandpa."

Nakamura inhaled a deep breath and then released it through his mouth. Control his breathing. Control his heart rate. Control his body. Calm his mind and keep it free from thoughts. Perhaps Michelle and the others have already left for the bash. Breath, slowly. Or maybe its still early.

"..."

The unshakable wrinkled expression finally yielded to motion and opened its deep black eyes. Those wise globes were somewhat different than the cerulean pair that Byron had inherited. Yet there was no doubt that the same Japanese blood run through both their veins as that man was the father of Byron's father.

"Is something troubling you Byron?"
"No, no. There is a school event tonight so..."
"Then lets stop here tonight."

Byron, still sitting on his calf as he had since today's session began, lowered his head in a traditional bow before stepping up readying to leaving the dojo.

"Thank you grandfather. I will come again next week."

***

"Hey Ryan, where was the summer bash again?"
"I think its Downtown St. Louis. Google it."
"Thanks, later man."

Putting his iphone away Byron quickly searched up the location and possible bus routes. His attire wasn't elaborate - jeans, collared white shirt and a jacket - but he did jell his hair spiking it in the front.

It was good that grandfather had let him off early but it seemed that people had already started go go in.

"You're late."
"Ah sorry Mish. I decided to bus and bike so it took a bit longer."
"Why didn't you take the car?"
"ehdo... I'm actually still supposed to be at my grandfather's dojo right now, so..."
"so you ditched."
"Nono, it was legit. He let me off early. Plus, I promised you I'd come right?"

Michelle's face blushed a faint pink but Byron had already turned his attention away.

"What up brother. You made it."
"Ya. Lets go in."

Leaving the busy street lights, the lavish condo complex and the downtown scenery, they walked pass the bouncers to the promised party.

"First things' first. Food for thought. If its free, its for me~"

They headed over to the refreshment table while Ryan began his campaign against the neighboring dishes. Meanwhile Byron caught sight of Jessie and decided to visit.

"Oh, hey, Jessie, looking good tonight."

Amber said goodbye to her mother and sister and headed for the party, with the flier in the pocket of her jacket and her old walkman in one hand. As usual, she was wearing black tattered clothes with lots of studs.
Inside the metropolitan, she kept thinking about the party.
When she lived back in England, she used to go out daily, but after an year she lived in America, she still didn't had anyone to go out with. Still lost in her introspective thoughts, she walked towards the party building, feeling a little uneasy at the sight of all the teens of her age near the place, and even more when she had to walk near the two bouncers. Inside, the atmosphere was a little better.
She still felt uneasy, but the music wasn't bad. Amber looked around, there were many groups of people dancing.
Her old party-loving attitude seemed to be back, and she started to dance.

Brandon stood at the sidelines wearing a plain black shirt and some plain black jeans he looked around at the Summer Bash he took a sip of his punch and spat it out dumping his cup in the trash he let himself start tapping his foot and before he knew it he was dancing with the others through the corner of his eye he spotted Amber dancing closer to her he nodded and said"Hey."

((This post was never here...))

((Xersist's character did enter the party. he said so in his last post))

Karl was not happy. He could have been happy, and probably should have been, but he was bound and determined to not be happy. Somehow his parents had found out about this bash, so instead of being at home in front of his X-Box, pulling the all nighter he and his friends had been planning for the last day of school, he was at this stupid bash.

Sighing, he parked his dad's truck outside of the condo complex. His parents had been gracious to allow him to drive himself to the bash instead of dropping him off and picking up him up like some little kid. Getting out, he walked into the building the bash was being held in. He was dressed simply in a clean pair of dark green cargos, a blue, long sleeved shirt, and his boots.

Entering the building, Karl immediately sighted and started making his way towards the refreshment table, nodding to several friends and acquaintances on the way. Reaching the table he took a cookie and a glass of punch before finding a stretch of wall nearby to lean against. His parents had told him to have fun, and maybe he would after he finally got over his anger and frustration of being coerced into coming.

((I'M BLIND!!! *dies* Someone shoot me...I'll delete that post so no one has to look at it's stupid anymore...XP))

After carefully parking her car down the street in a well lit area, Sadiya entered the building. Her heels clicked against the floor and her hips swayed as she walked. It didn't take her long to realize in her silk party dress and her diamond necklace that she was completely overdressed. She stared at the people on the dance floor as they grinded tastelessly against each other. There were people whirling around on their backs on the floor and others just swaying violently in one spot. The music was loud and abrasive and a headache already pounded between her ears.

She walked around, staying towards the edge of the pulsing throng and made her way to the refreshment stand, which also had chairs next to it. She sat in one of these, poised, her back straight and one leg crossed over the other. Staring at all of her peers, she wondered how she would possibly manage to speak to any of them. She caught sight of a particularly ferocious looking girl with ratty clothes and spikes, dancing. The look on her face...could Sadiya ever be that free?