Let me start out by saying, I live in a very small town so stuff like this doesn’t happen very often, but when it does it scares you for life. When I was in the ninth grade, I and a group of my friends had a late night summer get together for the last month left of summer before school started again. The way the house we were at was set up was weird. The right side and the front of the house are actually the back yard, and the left side of the house was the drive way and the back of the house was where the road was. There was another house basically in their yard to the right. Also right across her yard, there is another house. since it was designed this way, the only way you would be able to tell exactly what was happening was if you walked over the windows and kind of move to the right so you can see the storage buildings (sheds). The music was in the storage rooms, there was a bonfire in the middle of the yard closer to the neighbor’s house than the house where we were partying and a park straight across from their road. Which is close to the house since it’s the second one on the road.

Anyways, since it was super cold every where but 2 inches from the fire, we decided to head in until we gained some body heat back. This was one of the main things we did at this party if I am going, to be honest. So, the hostess, we can call her Trinity and her best friend, (changing her name as well) Sandy, who lived a road away, yelled into the rambunctious kitchen letting us know they would be at the park.  We roasted marshmallows, laughed, ate hot dogs and enjoyed our time not really noticing that they were gone.