I couldn't believe it. It was the first party I was going to in my senior year. Not only that but it was the biggest party of the year! I especially couldn't believe Maxwell Sanders would be going AND approved of me going. Max Sanders, not only, is the star quarter back but he's the second hottest guy to go to my school. (The first being a guy that barely even comes to school and when he does he's sucking faces with some slut but oh well).
I wore my tightest pair of black skinny jeans, white Van flats, a white v-neck and I put my favorite bow in my hair. I half-ran to my car. (A 2009 Camaro my dad got me before he moved on.) I drove to the address Max had given me. Once I got there I saw everyone at my school and more. There was a lot more than people there, too! There was toilet paper on the trees and some guy kept yelling, "Guys, it's not funny anymore! Get me down!" I looked up and smiled. He smiled back. He looked familiar but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Hmm . . .