Zack headed to his locker. This was the first day of school, the day that signified the end of summer, of freedom, of fun times. Nothing but homework, tests, and field trips to boring museums to look forward to. Zack most definitely was NOT looking forward to it. And it also meant an end to his small-scale crime sprees. It's hard to go out tagging buildings and stealing cars when you have homework to do.

As he headed toward the exit, he spotted some guy handing out colorful fliers.

"Hmm...Interesting."

Zack knew this guy looked shifty with a capital S, but he decided to indulge his curiosity and throw caution to the wind.

"Hey kid, take one of these. It's an invitation to the "End Of Summer Bash" tomorrow night."

The man handed Zack a brightly colored flier.

"Wonder where this came from? I didn't hear anything about a party, and parties don't just appear around here. Maybe I just wasn't paying attention and it floated under my radar. Well, however this party came to be, I can't pass up an opportunity to have a little fun before school really starts up."

Zack skimmed over the flier, which had "End Of Summer Bash" in big letters, with the address at the bottom.

"A ski lodge? Awesome."

Zack shoved the flier into his backpack and started his walk home.

About three miles away from the high school, Abby was leaving her last class at the community college. She had a full load there of five classes. Sociology, Biology, Stats, English and Humanities. Stats was already kicking her ass, but if it kept her busy and out of the house until tomorrow, she was happy. Tomorrow Abigale turned 18, and she has been planning for the past year and saving to get the hell out of there.

Letting a long breath out Abby glared up at the sun then let her head fall forward. Approaching her old green 96' Dodge Dakota, she paused when she saw a flier under her windshield wiper. Now what? she growled to herself and shifted her sling back-pack from her left shoulder to her right. Jogging across the college street to her parking space Abby pulled the flier free. Her green eyes narrowing a small smile pulled at her lips. "Well why not?" she mumbled to herself as she walked around to the drivers side and slid into the old truck.

Tossing her bag into the passengers seat and her flier on top of that, she began her oddly slow drive back to hell. So how many bruises tonight Paul? she growled in her mind with such hate in made her entire body tense out of reflex to the mere thought of Paul's touch.

Adam walked through the halls of the high school, his ears occupied by earphones blaring "So Cold" by Breaking Benjamin. On his locker was a flier. He read it and shook his head, taking it off and looking around, waiting for his friends and bandmates to show.

The three of them all had Audio/Visual during the last period of the day while Adam had P.E. They had just come from their own lockers as well, holding similar fliers.

"Do you believe this?" Shaun, the band's bassist asked as they came up to Adam.

"We should be the entertainment for that party," Danny, the drummer, said, appearing in a slight rage.

"It's still a party," Adam said to them, "And it's hard for us to deny a party," he said with a smile.

"We didn't say we weren't going," Danny grinned.

"Is there practice tonight?" Michael, the lead guitarist asked, looking at Adam.

"Yeah, got some new stuff I wanted to play around with," Adam nodded, "See how you guys like it. See what we can do with it, you know."

"Cool, see you guys then," Shaun said as he exited the building, walking out to his '89 Ford Bronco and driving away.

"New stuff, huh?" Danny said, "Looking forward to it," Danny waved as he left, entering his '97 Pontiac Grand Prix.

Adam and Michael lived next door to each other as well as close to the school. They figured they were close enough to the school that it wasn't a real hassle to walk home.

They chatted as they walked home; Adam couldn't help but think there was something fishy about a party at the beginning of the year. He didn't even think it had been organized by the school, but he didn't say anything.

Adam and Michael dropped their stuff off inside Adam's house as they went to the garage. Inside were the band's "weapons" as they called them. In front, near the mic was Adam's Ibanez RG220. Behind that and off to the side was Michael's Gibson SG and Shaun's Gibson EB-3. Finally, in the back was Danny's drumset consisting of Pearl Drums, Sabian cymbals, and Vic Firth drumsticks.

While the two waited for Danny and Shaun to show up, they began to jam to some music they knew. When they arrived, they got set up quickly. Generally, as a warm-up, they would perform a cover song from current rock bands. Their favorite songs to do were "Stricken" by Disturbed and "I Stand Alone" by Godsmack. Each member had been trying to coming up with new material so they could develop their own sound. They wanted success and seemed well on their way to get it.

"Soooo, here's my number and my e-mail and my messanger name. And if you get on tonight, we can just do this before class!"

Donni was still rummaging through her locker as she took the piece of paper from the other girl and shoved it into her pocket without really looking at it. She mumbled an absent-minded, "yeah, yeah, sure."

"Great! Oh, hi, Jen! Listen, I'll catch you later!" Donni listened as the clack-clacking of her heels faded down the hall...

...and all but slammed the locker door shut. Her last class had been public speaking and the teacher had put them into pairs for their first project so they could interview each other and present each other to the class. She hated group work. She usually got stuck with some moron who didn't want to actually worked and spent the whole time whinning about not being partnered with her best friend.

Or, in this case, decided that the teacher flinging them at each other for a quick project meant another person to add to her friends list. Like she'd want to be friends with some tart that went to school in her pajamas because they were just "sooooo cute". Or texted and chewed gum all class. Or, instead of getting the interview done and over with in class, spent the entire time gushing over her boyfriend.

As she walked towards the exit, Donni pulled out the paper and glanced over the writing with a cringe. Or called herself "Bubblegum Catgirl" on the internet. Well, maybe if she was just typing and reading text, she wouldn't have to worry about her voice grating on her nerves.

Donni had just gotten off the steps when a sudden motion in front of her face made her jolt to a stop. She slipped the paper back into her pocket and looked at the new piece of paper being shoved into her face by a very happy-looking whoever-he-was.

"Here you go, sweetie!"

Donni took the paper and looked it over. "End of summer party?"

"One more big bash before everyone gets stuck in the books again."

A little late for that, aren't you? Donni didn't actually say it, though. She just shrugged, put the paper back in her pocket and started back home.

Oskar stood at the nearby school, waiting for his friends to finish class. He didn't go to school, he had 'bad behavior,' as they called it, so he had been kicked out of most of the school he had gone to, the others he simply dropped out of.

The bell rang, Oskar finished his coke, and the doors were slammed up, and kids came out screaming and running. 'Hey Oskar!' Daniel said, coming over to him with Nick, and they then greeted each other.

Nick said, 'Dude, Oskar, check this out, a party, inviting nearly everyone on the school, you wanna come?' Nick asked, handing Oskar the flier. Oskar looked at it, "End Of Summer Bash" it said, 'Of course I'm coming, just tell me when and where, and I'll be there,' Oskar said.

'Cool,' Daniel said, 'the place is located on the flier, the back I mean, and time too. See you there.'

Oskar said goodbye to his friends, and looked at the flier, and then he tucked it into his pants, and was off with Nick and Daniel (up to no-good as usual)

"So, how's school looking this year?"

Donni threw her bag on the couch and looked over at her mom, who was doing something in the kitchen. She couldn't really tell what from the angle she was looking at.

"Lousy," Donni answered, a bit more abruptly than she wanted.

Her mom stopped and turned to face her. "I didn't get any calls from the school, I'm hoping that means you didn't get in another fight not one day into the school year."

"I got stuck with a damn group project again in public speaking. I'm starting out the year counting on one of those dingbat girls for a grade!"

"She can't be that bad, who is she?"

"Tammy Deloris."

"Oh, Rachel's daughter! Rachel's such a dear!"

"Yeah, great."

"Rachel keeps bragging about her all the time. She can't be that bad."

Donni wanted to tell her that most parennts would never admit to their kid having problems with anything unless they were holy terrors. It's pretty hard to explain away a stay at jail. Instead, she just said, "uh-huh....Listen, Mom, is it okay if I go to a party tomorrow night?"

Her mom gave her another look. "Party?"

"School's having some kind of party tomorrow night. Can I go? I'll get all my homework done and everything, I swear." She picked her bag back up again to start upstairs.

"Well, as long as you make sure everyone's done, I don't see why not. Oh, by the way, speaking of Rachel, she was talking to me the other day in the store and she wondered if you're looking for something to do. She thought you could get something out of trying out for the cheerleading squad."

She heard a door slam upstairs. "I'll take that as a "probably not"."

Zack came home to find his house empty as always. His parents were almost never home, which is how he managed to pull off all of his criminal exploits and not get found out. He flipped on a light and the house came into view. He spotted a plate on the kitchen table and a note. He peered under the plastic wrap to find that it was some leftover Chinese food. He read the note next, the usual "Me and your father went out, here's some food, call us if you need us" type of thing.

He put the plate of Chinese food in the microwave and flipped on the TV, switching to the movie channel.

"Street Fighter, great...Oh well, at least it'll be something entertaining..."

He sat down with the plate of food and focused on the screen.

Nick sighed heavily while sitting in the back row of his Algebra II class. He played with his pencil, looked through his past notebook doodles, and paid no attention whatsoever to his teacher's boring lecture. Suddenly, he felt a small vibration from his pocket and he pulled out his cellphone, which was only the latest of music player phone hybrids. Nick read a text message on the small, lit screen from his friend Jacob. It said (translated for literacy), "We got a flier to a party and we want you to come." Nick quickly responded to the message in the most cunning matter. He happens to be very sneaky when it comes to text messaging his friends in class.

Within a few seconds, Nick answered, "But I don't like parties, you know that." After a small wait, the phone lit back up again, "You might have fun," his friend messaged back. Nick let out a small sigh and gave in to his friend's request, "Okay I'll go. We'll talk after class."


Nick walked out of the classroom with his two-strapped backpack. It was themed his favorite online video game. Pictures of armored orcs, elves, and dwarves were print all across the pack's black fabric. He took out his phone again, this time from his plain blue hoodie's front pocket. His hoodie had a popular internet meme pasted on the chest. Nick looked in the phone's text message inbox and saw no new messages. So he pushed back his dirty, thick framed glasses and began looking for his buddies over the crowds of chaotic students.

The instant he sees Jacob in a school sports jacket waving by the nearest door outside, Nick weaves past the crowd and ends up right in front of his target. "Well, how was Math, Nickelodeon?" Jacob's nickname for Nick was 'Nickelodeon'. Nick didn't usually mind but sometimes it bothered him. "Boring as heck. Mister Raymond couldn't be more monotonous. Anyways, what's this whole party business?" Jacob held out a flier to Nick and evaluated, "Me and the guys figured you should get out more. And what better social activity than a beginning of the year party?" Nick raised his right eyebrow and flattened his left then responded, "No way. I'd be sitting in the corner while you guys would be having the time of your lives." Jacob shot a devious, maniacal look at Nick. Nick soon realized he was up to something and said, "Oh my god, what are you plotting Jacob, you crazy fiend!?" In a flash, Jacob held up his phone. On it, the phone was displaying a picture of Nick dressed up as a ballerina with a bottle of vodka in his left hand.

"No! Don't show the guys that! I will never live that now!" Nick fell to his knees and pleaded. Jacob responded, "No worries, Nickelodeon. Just as long as you come to the party with us, your secret will be safe. Boy, you are so easy to play with."

'Hey dad,' Oskar said. He had called his dad, to make him know that he was going to a party, 'Hey ya, sonny, how are you?' his dad asked.
'I'm good dad, hey, I'm going to this party which I'm invited to, not now, but later,' Oskar said, trying to make it sound as innocent as possible.
'hmmm....fine, but if you come home drunk, againThen i will literally kill you!,' his farther responded.
'Yea, i understand,' Oskar answered and then he hung up. what to do now?, he thought as he walked down the streets, i know, i could do some graphite in some of the local alleys, Oskar thought, and then he was off

Through the dim halls of the highschool, Johanna strode past her peers, through the mass of people.

She was the new girl. She'd changed schools over summer. And anyways, she was a freshman- and she'd been rather nervous about this highschool. It was so... weird, for her. Well, at least it was all over.

She was closely reaching the exit doors when she saw a foot come out in front of her. She looked at the girl whose foot it belonged to, but kept moving. She wasn't going to let anything keep her from that nice end of the day when her older brother came to pick her up.


Right on schedule, a small red roadster(a '54 barchetta, red, to be exact) pulled up near the door. Inside sat a young man with dark blue eyes that were obscured slightly by black-rimmed glasses. He grinned up at Johanna s she rushed down the steps, poured her things into the back, and then.. tripped, to where her waist hit the car door. She uttered a small 'oof!' as it came to an impact, and then got up to pick up what she tripped over.

It was a blue peice of paper, proclaiming a party of some sort. She pulled open the car door and slammed it, and they started driving as she began to read.

"Hey, Will, there's going to be a party! Everyone under twenty is invited... Can we go? Pleeeeasse?" She begged.

Will grinned and pulled back his hair.

"Sure kiddo. How was your day, anyways?"

"Mneh, it was alright. nothing special."

"Ah. True, true. Maybe it'll be better after the party, eh?"

"Probably."

Victor was in biology class completing his First 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 'End of 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 who was fuming with anger.

"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

"Let's start a riot! A riot! Let's start a riot!" Adam sang as the song finished. The song was "Riot" by Three Days Grace, whose lead singer, he shared a name with. Adam had always been proud of that fact; he liked having the same name as the lead singer of one of his favorite bands even if Adam was a rather common name to have.

"Alright guys," Adam said, "That's it for tonight. Tomorrow night we get off 'cause of the party. See you later," he turned to head back inside his house when Danny confronted him.

"Hey, Adam,"

"What's up, Danny?"

"This whole thing got me thinking. Whether or not we come up with new stuff anytime soon, we need to do some shows," Danny seemed concerned.

"Don't worry about it, Danny, I'll get us something."

"Cool," Danny nodded as he left for his own home. Adam walked back into the house where he plopped down onto the couch and turned on the television. Adam wasn't a conventional rocker; he didn't do drugs, he didn't smoke, he didn't drink, and he didn't commit crimes. He was just a regular high-schooler who enjoyed rock music and felt like singing. There wasn't any angst built up inside him, he just liked what he was doing.

Jessie woke very slowly and with a great deal of leisure, looking at the clock he saw that he had missed the bus, lunch, school, and maybe even dinner. His memory was even hazier than the room he was in, one that was occupied by him, his step brothers sleeping form sewn across the floor, and a girl his age laying across his step brother. Empty beer bottles and cigerrete butts were everywhere as usual. Gradually he propped himself up and saw that his crappy old phone in the shared room had a message on it waiting for him.

He made his way across the room tip toeing over random objects such as a guitar, a pair of pliers, the aforementioned girls bra, and of course a multitude of beer bottles. Luckily he seemed to have slept of most of the hangover that he should have had and hopefully his step brother had too. He finally made it to the phone after his wade through the sea of trash he called a room.
He covered his bottom lip with his top one and gave a very loud piercing whistle much like calling a dog.

He picked up the phone while his bro slowly woke up after the whistle and ungraciously shoved the half dressed girl off of him. He too looked a bit hungover but still a tad acceptable. He relized that Jessie was on the phone and mouthed the words, "Who is she?" Jessie shrugged back as the message began to play.

"Yo Jessie, party tonight. You ditched school, so how bout showin up tonight?"

His big step bro leaned over him with his ear close to the phone trying to catch the message.Jessie playfully shoved him away before speaking.

"Wanna go to a party or what?"
"Hell yea, just let me find out who that girl is..."

Abby let out a long tired breath as she drove past the High School, her green eyes scanning over the crowd of kids. A select few she could name, the others were just faces in a crowd. Her eyes sliding back to the road ahead of her, Abby's mind began to go blank, shielding herself from anything Paul may say or do. It's really sad actually, how she can shield herself from everything she puts up with.
One more day. And I'll be free. One more day, and I can leave that hell hole, for good. In the past Abby had tried to run away, but because she was still a minor, the cops always some how hunted her down, and drug her back home. No matter what she told them Paul did, no one would help. Why would they? Paul was one of the leading forces at the Police Station. He can do what ever, and have the support of the police behind him.
Swinging a right into her neighborhood Abby's arms grew tense. Her neighborhood was nice, quiet and very pretty. Nice large homes, beautiful laws and happy families playing out back. Great illusions that could fool anybody. Finally pulling up to her home Abby parked her car just outside of Paul's two story prized home, and an award winning lawn. Climbing out of her truck Abby glared at the flowers, the bushes and their beautiful home. "It's all bullshit," she mumbled and forced herself to walk inside.
"Abigale! Where the hell have you been?"
"Class Paul."
Rounding the corner from the living room into the main hall way Paul glared at Abby, his beautiful sea blue eyes and sun bleached hair, all beautiful, something a woman would kill for in a man. All of it a cover-up. Staring at him as he came forward, Abby didn't even flinch as he took a hand fun of her hair and drug her into the living room where her sister laid, her eyes rolled back and body lightly shaking from drugs, her mother, shaking in the kitchen as she made dinner. Forcefully shoving Abby onto the sofa he pointed to Liz, "Get her upstairs to my room."
Pain washed over Abby as his words hit her. He was going to kill Liz someday. Her heart heavy Abby stared down at her sister, helpless and unable to defend herself. Before Abby could react Paul back handed her. "Up there now!"

Whoo hoo!, Oskar thought, the time of the party was getting closer and closer, and he was getting more and more hyper. He suddenly received a text message from his friends, saying they couldn't come, for their parents had either arranged something stupid for them or, they were grounded because of their bad grades.

Oskar went through his selection of clothes, carefully choosing what to wear, but had gotten it narrowed down to wear some loose skater-like clothes.

Man, I think this party is going to get awesome!, Oskar thought again, and then he took a quick shower and changed into the clothes.

Zack awoke the next day, and looked at the clock, which read 12:00 PM.

"Oh crap, I gotta clean this place up!"

Zack set to work cleaning up the various junk food and such littered around the house.

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A few hours later, his parents arrived home.

"Hey mom, hey dad. So, there's this party tonight, can I go?"

His father responded. "Sure, why not. I see nothing wrong with letting a kid have some fun before the school year really gets going."

"Cool, I better go get ready."

He headed up to his room and began to search through all of his clothes, picking out a black T-shirt with a "skeleton guitar" design on it that he got from a small-time local band called Liquid Therapy. He paired that up with a pair of black jeans.

"Cool."

He went downstairs, snagged the keys to his car, and headed off to the party.

It was the next day. Johanna had been picked up by Will, and they were at his apartment place now. She stood, bending over the dresser, gazing into a mirror while doing her makeup. She ALWAYS did her makeup first. She was putting on lipstick that was the color of a ripe apple.

She felt a hand gently hit her, and blinked, smearing her makeup. She looked around, grinning up at her brother.

"Wi-ill! Get out!" She said, and threw a pillow at him. He laughed, tossed back his hair, and left.

She fixed her make-up, then went into the drawers. She always left her most favorite clothes here, at Will's. She grabbed up a golden-colored metallic dress. It was silk-like mainly, just the waist was a large metallic band, at the bottom was a golden ribbon. She put it on, and smothed it out. She then got onto her hair.


While she was doing this, Will sat on his perfectly-clean couch. He was a neat freak. He wore a comfortable outfit- loose-fit jeans and a light sweater.
When Johanna came out, he looked over at her, and grinned.

"Lovely!" He began, " Now, let's go."

He took her arm, leading her to the hallway, the elevator, and outside to his car. They got in, buckled up... and were at the party in no time.

Nick was dropped off at his house after getting a ride from Jacob, who drove an old, beat-up Honda. He quickly opened his front door, which remained unlocked during the day, and raced upstairs before saying hello to his parents. He spent a few minutes looking through his closet, finding something cool to wear. He didn't want to come off as a geek to people he first meets at the party. Nick grabbed a plain, black t-shirt and a pair of jeans, the ones that were the least torn out of the dozens of ripped pairs. He never really grew that much over the years, so Nick usually didn't ask his parents for new clothing unless there was an article he didn't like.

After putting on his outfit, Nick looked in his bedroom mirror. He thought it looked to basic, so he began digging through his large closet for a thin, casual coat. His hand was feeling around mostly old Polo shirts that he wore in middle school. Some of them still fit. After deciding on a newer red, plaid button-up shirt that his mom bought him for the new school year, Nick walked downstairs to greet his parents.

His mom was in the living room, reading a book, while his dad was on the couch watching television. "Hey mom," Nick asked, "I need to go to a school meeting tonight for Juniors. I can get a ride from Jacob, who'll be there too. Also, it will last until about ten." His mother looked up from her reading and replied with a kind, warm voice, "If it's for school, then of course you can go. I trust Jacob will bring you back before ten-thirty. When are you leaving?" Nick began fiddling with the phone in his pocket, "Once Jacob gets here." She continued, "Remember when you get home, don't make a whole lot of noise. We'll be asleep by then." Suddenly, Nick had a plan. "What if I just spend the night at Jacob's house and he can drive me to school tomorrow? I can't find my key so..." His mom gave a disgruntled look at her son for losing his key, but allowed Nick to spend the night at Jacob's house.

A car honked in front of Nick's house, it was Jacob in his rickety Honda. Nick ran out the door and joined his friend in the car. "You tell them you were going to the party?", Jacob curiously asked. "They wouldn't let me go if I said that. I told them I had a meeting at school that would last until ten. Also, as far as they know, I'm spending the night at your house and you're driving me to school tomorrow." Nick replied as Jacob slowed his foot onto the peddle. As they went off, Jacob let out an enthusiastic shout and stepped harder onto the gas peddle.

Jessie quickly got dressed in his usual attire of baggy blue jean held up only from a tight belt, complemented with a purple bandanna in the back packet and a simple black tee. His brother politely as he could asked for the girls name and sent her on her way, with plenty of snickering from Jessie the entire time. The fought over the wall mirror in the bathroom as they both tried to do their hair, Wade with his short spiky hair and Jessie with his hair down to his midback. Eventually they both gave up after Jessie jumped on Wade's back, Wade being the bigger of the two threw him off into the next room causing Jessie to burst out laughing even though he had hit his head.

They raced down the stairs and Jessie grabbed the keys to Wade's truck. Wade came down the stairs soon after and was meet by the keys flying toward him. He caught them expertly and knocked his lil step bro in the back of the head as he jumped in the drivers seat with his simple plaid shorts and white tee. Jessie got shotgun and they drove out of the driveway with a squeal of tires as NWA played loudly in the speakers.

They made great time as they roared into the parking lot of the ski lodge in the old beat up pick up, Wade had lifted the suspension up into a "muddin truck" way back when. It had a loud powerful motor and they weren't afraid to use it. They hopped out of the truck, Jessie had to kick the door open like always though. Wade laughed as his bro finnaly got it open and they both looked around to see who else was there.

Will got out of his car first, and went to Johanna's side. He opened up the door, and held out a hand. She took it, and got out, grinning. Tonight was going to be fun. And since she didn't have to return home(she would be staying with Will for the next two weeks), it made her even more excited.

She saw older guys all around. So did Will. He gripped her hand tighter, getting on the defense, and walked inside where the party was.

Lights of blue, green, pink and orange glazed one's vision ten times over as they danced around the room, across the walls, the ceiling, the floor. Music would deafen one, with how loud it was right now. Right now a rock song, Winger's 'Headed for a Heartbreak', was playing. The two blacked up against the wall, watching everybody. Will was watching out for guys like an older brother should, but Johanna didn't notice. She was dazzled by the lights and the sounds. She'd never been to a party before, let alone a dance.