'Why is the party even being held here?' asked Ben.
'Dunno, suppose it's cause she lives here.' I said.
'Well why can't it be somewhere else? I’m sick of this shit!' said Ben, kicking his foot at nothing.
'I know, me too. Hey what's the time?' I said, swinging around in the computer chair.
'Hmm let’s see, it's nearly one.' he said, looking at his watch.
'Right I think it's time we intervin- hey, what's that? Can you smell that?' I said smelling the air.
'Hmm smells like smoke, cigarette smoke.' he said.
'Right! That’s it! We’re shutting this party down!' I said and Ben reached for one of he's demo CDs.
If there's one thing I can't stand, its smoking. But smoking in my house!? Oh you've crossed a line there! We both went down stairs and received a few drunken gestures to dance. Ben fiddled around with the stereo and played one of his heaviest songs on the CD. Once everyone was annoyed he turned it off and I yelled, 'I think you all need to leave, party's over, c'monMOVE!"
Everyone began to move slowly and I had the urge to burn one of the smokers with their own cigarette, but that might not have gone down too well.
Once everyone left I looked over to my dad and said 'tomorrow we need to talk.' I then proceeded to lock all the doors and went upstairs to bed.
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The World Is Ours
Teen FictionHayley Green is your average performing arts student but when her, her twin brother and his band par take in a school performance their lives are changed as they're whisked into stardom!
