Kurt Livingston's Story

Kurt looked up frm his camara and nodded gently, "Sounds great! the party I mean" and looked back down to his pictures. He didn't mean to sound rude, but he was a little scatter brained right now with the deadline he had to make on the paper and such. He fipped threw the pictures trying to delete the worst of the lot, only to find himself looking up at his friends once more.

Hayley hummed a song by the Killers to herself as she applied a few coats of a peachy polish to her nails. Today was Friday, finally, and the teacher didn't care at all what she and her buddies did. It was the last period for God's sake. What was the point of trying to teach some twenty odd anxious teenagers?

Kimberly, Hayley's best friend, had come skipping into the classroom, just barely late and mentioned the golden word: party.

Hayley glanced up at the word as she finished her last nail. A party would be good, not as good as playing Zelda til she passed out or asking Kim and maybe Serenity to sleep over like she had originally planned but whatever. Her friends had barely hung out together, all at once, for awhile and Hayley missed that.

"I'm totally down for a party," Hayley said screwing on the top of her polish. "I totally agree with Kurt."