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Sunday, 10:00am 

I woke up with a major head ache. I sat up cautiously looking around not really recognizing anyone. In fact I have no idea where I am. 

All around me were passed out people, and the house was littered with red cups and the floor was covered with worn out balloons, trash, and food.

I held my head and looked around for a familiar face. It took me about five minutes to find who I was looking for, until I laid my eyes on him. Tony Beller. He was the one who got me into this whole mess any way. If it wasn't for him I would be waking up, feeling fine, and in my own bed. 

But I'm getting ahead of myself. This all started yesterday morning at 9:00am. When he came into my house, and dumped water on me, or did he take me outside first? I don't know my head hurts so freaking bad I it's hard to concentrate. 

Now, granted, Tony and I have been friends since the second grade when I moved in next-door to him. So it wasn't too weird having him come in my house and waking me up at 9:00am. 

But before that rude awaking, I, Baylea Nikole Marks, have never broken a rule, stay out past crew few, not turned in my homework, or disobey any thing...EVER! 

But yesterday changed everything, let's just say Tony made a good girl turn bad in one night.


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