Soon we hear a huge crash as a boy goes through the bathroom door. Everyone is dancing, joking, and having a good time. The girls are squirting the contact bottles into each other’s mouths. Beer cans are thrown all over and people are fighting over the different things.ĭresses have been replaced with short shorts and skimpy tank tops. These bottles don’t have their normal substances, but vodka. Bottles of every kind are all around: contact solution containers, water bottles, pop bottles. We look across the street, and it’s even sketchier than the driveway with lots of small groups of guys passing something around. We get to the house and see people in the driveway smoking. Unable to concentrate in class, we can’t help but to think, what will this weekend hold?Īs we walk to a friend’s house from Homecoming, everyone is talking about the drama that might follow. Those who remember their nights will think of the memories, and those who can’t remember will be left in a blur. In the end, everyone jumps back into cars, somehow making it home safely against all odds.Īt school on Monday, everyone will talk about the events of the weekend. Without exception, boys are smoking weed in a dark corner of the room. Beer cans and spilled vodka cover the floor, and girls chain-smoke cigarettes while dancing without regard to who is checking out how short their skirts are. Kids pass out on torn up couches, and the line for the bathroom is unbearable, whether someone is hooking up or throwing up in there. Without a thought, everyone jumps into a car to drive to the next party. Kids take shots of vodka and play beer pong and flip cup, desperately trying to get drunk as fast as possible. In our high school, party dress code is the skimpier, the better. Whoever holds the party provides the drinks. Over dinner, we all start receiving texts from friends telling where everyone is going. Getting wasted is a foregone conclusion, because in general, every house turns into a huge 24-hour party on the weekend. Everyone is excited to let loose, drink a few beers, and try whatever else is thrown at us. After checking social media, we usually find that someone is having a party. With no parents around, we can talk as loudly as we want about the latest hook-ups, break-ups and exchange plans for the weekend. When Friday afternoon finally arrives, my friends and I meet up at our usual spot, the house of a friend whose parents work late. Throughout the entire school week, my friends and I have one thought running through our heads: What will the weekend hold? Every day of the week is just one day closer to Friday. I just choose to relax and get ready for the hectic school week ahead of me. Weekends are times to have fun, and a Friday night isn’t fun if you can’t remember it. Sunday dinners are typically at my grandparents. Then I spend time preparing for the afternoon youth group meeting. I try to get to sleep by 2:00am, because I have work in the morning.Īfter work, my parents force me to clean, which I don’t like to do. After the program, I come home and finish homework. Saturday night I often have a youth group program. If I am lucky and have time, I will go to the mall with friends. Then Saturday usually consists of homework and catching up on sleep. My group of friends usually has a sleepover. Sometimes when we’re in a really good mood, we even go for a Laguna Beach marathon! Sometimes my friends and I go, but we usually just opt for going over to one of our houses to watch old Disney movies or Mary Kate and Ashley movies. Once the game is over, there is usually a party going on at someone’s house whose parents aren’t home. After dinner, I usually go to a school game – soccer, football, hockey, or lacrosse. Some friends go out to eat or just hang out, but I have dinner with my family. Friday, right after school, my friends and I get together to watch the shows that we missed during the week. Still, I wish for a weekend without homework. Even though I wish I didn’t have this cloud over me, somehow the work gets done. followed by hours on the phone with my friends.Įvery weekend begins and ends with the pile of homework, but the pile gets forgotten when I’m with my friends. And every Sunday night, I work past 9 p.m. I start off every Sunday with the same goal: to get to bed early, by nine or so. So, I have a cup of coffee and work until I’ve crossed out each assignment. Groggy Sunday mornings are the worst, when I arrive home only to look in my assignment book and realize I should’ve spent the entire weekend on homework.
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