i had to blink a couple times to finly get the gunk out of my eyes.
*sigh*
i looked around, this house was torn up.i felt somthing in my hand picked it up so i was able to see it.
*gasp*
i totaly forgot about everything that happend last nite. oh yeah in my hand it was a bottle of beer nice huh.im only a preteen to.
Jordan: "CRAP MY DADS GONNA KILL ME"

marshal: "dude stop yelling ive already got a headache"

jordan:stop ur p****** and complaing and tell me wat time it is

marshal: 2:oo pm

jordan: S****** dude got to go thanks fer the party

marshal goes to turn around and jordan is gone.

15 mins later...

jordan tries to sneak in the house without his dad noticing . soon as hes getting ready to walk up the stairs his dad comes around the corner.

Ashura: were do u think ur going SON

Jordan: uuuhuhhhhh... i have uuhh... headache we were up realy late lastnight.

Ashura: yeah right

jordan's ears go down and his eyes get darker and he tells his dad firmly...

Jordan: Im tired im going back to bed thats the end of our conversation good afternoon.

and he stomps upstairs and slams the door


......to be continued
like were the stories going leave me coments and give me new ideas fer the next part of the storie