Trapped

Trapped Part 2

Hey guys! I just coincidentally noticed that it has been a week since my first upload, so I decided to upload another part! I hope you guys like it, comments, fans and votes are appreciated!

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Anyways, I hope you like it and I don't dissapoint!

-Kira

           Ari turns onto a street, Junipers Place, I think, and we start to hear the faint sound of music. We pull up in front of this huge two story house, with kids swarming the front yard and littered with red paper cups. The house is covered in streamers of toilet paper, and all of the windows are open, with people occasionally dropping random items out of it. I identify the song blaring as Katy Perry’s Teenage Dream. It’s as if the entire building is a juke box;  it’s so loud that it’s already giving me a headache, and I can’t imagine what it sounds like from the inside.

                “That’s a college party?” I ask, in shock.

                “Yeah, isn’t it great?” Ari asks, sounding all chipper as she finds a parking spot.

                “Great? You call that great? It looks like a hellhole to me,” I observe, still staring in disbelief at the monster house spewing out drunken teenagers and young adults, wondering how the neighbors don’t call the cops.

                “Please, this isn’t even a wild party,” Ari snickers as she pulls onto the curb, brushing a car’s bumper in the process, causing the alarm to go off.

                “Crap Ari, what are you going to do?” I say as I get out of the car and check for any damage, but luckily there isn’t a scratch.

                “You really think they’re going to hear a car alarm over all of that?” She motions to the house with her arms, donning her trench coat and throwing it on the driver’s seat.

                “Good point,” I reply, and together we walk towards the house entrance.

                “Okay, here’s the key of making an entrance: there isn’t anything subtle about it. You’re loud, you’re noticed and join in on the fun right away. Don’t do anything awkward,” Ari lectures me. I can barely hear her because of the music, and I have to make sure I don’t walk into any couples making out or trip over anyone’s feet.

                “What if I don’t want to be noticed?” I protest, crossing my arms and stopping. Okay, I’ll admit it, I was the teeniest bit nervous. It was my first party, and I certainly didn’t want to draw attention to myself and end up doing something stupid and having everyone see. I would much rather fade into the background and observe others.

                “Look, just leave all the talking to me, and stand beside me and be just a pretty face, okay?” She slaps my cheek once before taking my arm and dragging me inside.

                “Don’t abandon me!” My voice is drowned out by Justin Bieber’s feminine voice singing Boyfriend.  The house is pitch black with various strobe lights flashing, and there is a huge mass of people crowded together in the living room “dancing”, even though it’s basically grinding on each other and such. I hated it. I felt claustrophobic and sick from all the motion and was ready to puke. I closed my eyes and tried to drown out the music, but it was like having a hundred drill sergeants shouting in your ear at once. Everyone was bumping into me, and I’m pretty sure I got a bruise from this one dude. Ari had a steel grip on me and was dragging me along like a rag doll, until she shrieks, “Omigosh, Patricia!” and lets go of me completely, causing me to bump into another dude coming out of the kitchen with a drink in his hand.