by Erick Ian Gael

Created on: July 09, 2009

First off I was the last to know about this surprise birthday pool party...and it was supposedly was for me. When I reached the door I was steaming pretty good. Forget about knocking I was pounding, I wanted whoever was going to answer the door to know I was not mad, but extremely mad. The next step in the mad hierarchy. The door slowly creeks open and I feel my verbal surge attack ready to let loose. My shoulders were tensed up, my eyebrows in 'V' formation, and I was wearing a grim look on my face, but before I could mutter a single word, a single adjective, or even a noise I caught her eyes. Her deep brown eyes. They innocently glazed around the door at me, as if they knew why I was there and pleaded me not to yell. I stood there hypnotized, finger in air, originally to make a point, but now only just pointing up. I see her eyes glancing upward to see what I was pointing at and then back down to me.

"Can I help you?" her angelic voice soothingly asked.

"Um..." I managed to eek out, but in a higher pitch then my normal talking voice and no where near the deep voice I was planning on using.

I couldn't believe it I lost my words and my voice. Honestly couldn't think of anything else and she seemed so fragile I was afraid to break her with my sound. I got it I will introduce myself and then find out who she is, but from mind to mouth it was too late. She was gone and now Biff stood there in the doorway.

"Dude where have you been?! I've had the National Guard out looking for you." he said red cup in one hand and reaching out with the other. He hooked me around my neck and carried me in.

He is a big guy, star player on the football team, neck as thick as his bicep and I have to say I'm very thankful he was my best friend. We grew up together and have pulled each other out of some real sticky situations. But that is all besides the point, I was mad and I needed to let Biff know it. I've been putting up with this type of crap for a long time and frankly just sick of it.

"Why didn't you try calling my cell?" I calmly asked, trying to find my inner anger I just had.

"I did, but got some foreign guy named Carl...I couldn't understand him one bit so I started calling around looking for you. I tried your mom and your dad, I tried Tom and Mark, but no one knew where you were," his voice started trailing out as we got closer to his backyard.

Music was cranked up and the place was packed. I kept looking around for that mysterious girl with

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