Fears, Tears, & Beers
Part 2
Later on, me and Carmen hung out at my house. She
sat on the couch and turned on the TV. I went to the kitchen
to get us both a cookie. "So Ricky is having a party
this Friday. You going?" Carmen asked from the other
room. "Party at Ricky's? Friday? I don't know if
my parents would let me ..." I said, opening a container
of cookies. "Well, I'm going. I hear John's
going too." She smiled. I grinned and threw a chocolate
drizzle cookie at her. "Shut up."
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Carmen left after a few hours of talking about the party,
playing Wii Sports, and finishing our homework. At dinner, I
brought the party up. "So, um, there's a party
Friday. Can I go?" I asked sheepishly. I poked my
turkey. "Party? Who's house?" My dad asked,
with a mouthful of mashed potatoes and gravy. I took a sip of
water. "Ricky's." I sliced off a little of my
turkey and put it in my mouth. Yum. "Ricky?! Ricky
Louis?! No. I'm sorry, but no. That boy is one hundred
percent trouble, Violet." My mom said. I slammed my fork
down. "BUT MOM--!" I yelled. She gently put her
fork down. "No!" I finished eating my turkey and
potatoes and stormed up to my room. I was going to that party
Friday. One way or another, I
will.
