The Pee Party

Fbailey story number 521


The Pee Party


Ashley thought that she was so cool. She had cool friends and she hung out at the cool table during lunch. That was just a bunch of bullshit. They were just like the rest of us, only worse.

Ashley was sixteen years old and I was fifteen years old.

Ashley always hung out with her four best friends forever. Amanda, Anita, Abigail, and AnnMarie were also sixteen years old. They were all born in September too. They called themselves the five aces. I called them the five asses…but not to their faces. I could take my sister in a fair fight, but together they never fought fair, they only fought to win.

Between Halloween and Thanksgiving Mom and Dad decided to go on a vacation without us kids. Big mistake! Plane tickets were cheaper during the week than on weekends so as luck would have it they could leave on a Thursday and return two weeks later on a Wednesday. That gave them plenty of time for what they wanted to do. It also gave us two full weekends without them.

Mom and Dad were gone before we got home from school so Ashley called the rest of her click and then ordered pizza for them and ordered me to my room. I overheard them planning and plotting. They were going to throw a party that Saturday starting at noon and ending, who knew when. I listened and heard them telling their boyfriends to get their hands on some booze and to be at my house by noon. It sure was strange listening to five different cell phone conversations at once.

Well sure enough they arrived right on time loaded down with booze and ready to get shit faced.

I took a little walk around the neighborhood. I saw Mrs. Brown taking her groceries out of her trunk and offered to help. While I was helping I was telling her that my parents were away for two weeks and that my sister invited a bunch of boys over to party. I told her someone should do something about it before someone got pregnant.

I saw old man Wilson walking his dog and said something about all of the cars parked in front of our house.

Then our neighbor called to me to come closer. She asked what the occasion was and I told her too.

I had done my job so I slipped up to my bedroom and waited for the fireworks to start. You see in my neighborhood everyone knows what everyone else is doing, so word spread like wildfire.

Neighbors were calling about the loud music.