Red Storm ON HOLD

Chapter One

I woke up to the sun streaming through my window and a pounding headache. What the hell happened last night? Then I start to remember. The pole dancing on a street corner, the drinking, the fighting, and much more. I was always a hard partier, but never this bad. Oh well. My friends never remember anything I say in my drunken state.

It looked pretty grim outside, like the weather was reflecting my mood. It always did that. That's why no one ever knows when anything is coming, because my moods change like the weather. Ha-ha. A little humor in the morning with a painful hangover is healthy.

You can imagine the weather when I was thirteen and had my first period. Wow. I cried at the drop of a hat. I got mad at the most minor invocations. I was mean and grim all the time. It was the worst weather the world's ever seen.

Anyways, time to get up. I got up groggily and went to the bathroom. I took a nice, long shower. While I was under the water, I realized I needed to call Jay because that was a nasty spat we had. For some unknown reason, I remember everything that happens when I'm drunk, in great detail may I add. I quickly turn off the water and grab a fluffy towel... My favorite. It has polka dots in all colors. I love all colors; I am very colorful. Taste the Rainbow. Skittles... Yum, those sound good right now.

As I am thinking this, a rainbow starts to form outside. Maybe I should go see if I can taste it. No, focus at the task at hand. Call Jay. I'm always getting off topic; like we could be talking about school, and I start thinking about bears because I think bears should come eat our school. That would be awesome, wouldn't it? A tornado should come and get the school. I will take pictures. Yes, that would be awesome.

I want a funnel cake right about now. Hmmm, I should go to the circus because they have funnel cakes, and Jay can come with me. Oh yeah, Jay! I start calling him. He picks up on the third ring.

"Hello." He sounds just as hungover as me.

"We should go to the circus... like now. So get ready. I'll be there in an hour or less. Oh, and I'm sorry for calling you a donkey eating idiot. Not everyone can avoid eating donkeys like I manage to. Bah-Bye." I say as I hang up.

I am so excited that sun has come out and I think it's going to be a little hot. Now what to wear... I get out a tank top with skittles all over that says ‘Taste the Rainbow’ written in skittles. My favorite shirt. Then I pull on some bleached jeans that probably shouldn't go with this shirt, but who cares. Then I grab some sneaker heels.

I look myself over in the mirror and realize I haven't done anything to my hair, and I haven't done my makeup. Urghh. I hate getting ready. I should just wear my birthday suit. Speaking of birthdays, my 16th is in a week. Oooo. I'm so excited.

Jay and I are going on a shopping spree, then to the shooting range and last, to another party. Ugh. Parties give me hangovers and I just remembered I have one, which brings the headache back to my head. Sometimes I should just stop thinking. Yep, no more thinking.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The sky goes blank just like my mind. No sudden thinking. No thinking. Shit, I'm thinking about not thinking, and what's with that stupid beeping? Beep. Beep. Wait, that's not in my head. That's my phone. I pick it up.

"Hello, this is Red's phone, and she is going to the circus. This better be good." I was getting irritated, and so was the ground. It had a light shake to it like an earthquake was about to come.

"Red, it's Jay."

"What, Jay? I'm getting dressed." I say as I'm brushing my red, shoulder length,  hair.

"The circus is not in town." No circus. The earth had calmed down but it had started to drizzle. I was about to cry when something popped in my mind.

"Then let's go to the carnival."

"There is no carnival." Huh? Where am I going to get a fried funnel cake? The rain was starting again. Then I said, "Then let's go get a funnel cake."

"Fine. Be ready. I'll be there in ten." He says, annoyed.

"No, I want to drive. Please." I beg.

"No, I don't trust you."

I guess that's understandable. I do tend to space out even when I'm driving.

"Fine, hurry up."

I start to apply a little mascara when Jay busts in and I jab myself in the eye. I scream out in pain. Oh my goodness. Why didn't he knock?