A excerpt that I wrote for English Class
I awoke the morning after with a huge headache, it was really hot but my legs were kept cool. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and registered where I was. Apparently, I was spending the morning after my first night of freedom of high school, hung over on a random bathroom floor. I looked around to see if I could gather any thoughts as to whose bathroom this could have been. I looked all around this bathroom, searching for answers. To the right of me was the toilet, and by the looks of what it contained inside, my mouth had become very friendly with this particular object in the room. I noticed something black towards the corner of the room, a pair of cum stained panties. At this point, I panicked. I had been raped! And now, this was where they dumped me. I tried to gain composure and started checking myself for signs of mistreatment. I checked under my dress, that I so carefully chose the previous night before going out, underwear? Check. I let out a sigh of relief.
I waited around a while. I had no idea what time it was, whose home I was in, and how I even got there. I looked frantically through my purse. One of those extremely trendy but irresistibly fashionable chain Chanel bags. Knock off of course. I searched through my purse for my phone, and maybe I wasn’t really paying enough detail to the whole situation, but I swear it took me about three tries to finally find the damned thing. My cell phone was of course, dying, but I managed to make out the time. 10 A.M. Before I could read the missed calls my phone just died on the spot, excluding me from any outside communication whatsoever. I placed my phone back in my purse and searched some more for something to keep me entertained. Whoever’s house this was, was definitely not up by now.
I examined the bathroom multiple times over the course of time I spent in there. It was one of those types of bathrooms you only see in upstate New York or at one of those rental homes along the Jersey Shore. It was sea green, relative to the color of the puke surprise I ever so politely left in the toilet. Everything was color coordinated. Sea green and white. It gave a sense that a family lived here. I sat there for a minute, imagining the mother who decorated the bathroom. I imagined she was a relatively plump woman, with a really kind heart, the kind of mother who participates in bake sales, and goes to all her sons’ soccer games. With that thought flowing through my brain, I paused, and just for a second, imagined I was a part of that family. I imagined how being in a family felt.
My thoughts of bliss were soon interrupted by footsteps. I heard a voice. “I don’t know about you man, but I’m still fuckin wasted.” I sprung up from my spot on the cold tile floor, and locked the door. I needed a few minutes to check myself out in the mirror, and take care of this train wreck. I looked in the mirror, and to my surprise my hair was not as bad as I perceived it to be. My face on the other hand, needed some touching up, so I quickly fixed my makeup, reapplied some crimson lipstick and unlocked the door. I pressed down my dress and I made my exit. To my surprise, all my memory started flooding back to me when I entered the living room. I knew who’s home this was, and I was very displeased to know I was stuck here, without a ride home.
It was Noah’s voice outside that I heard, and he was babbling to no one. Noah was a friend of this guy I had been hooking up with for a few weeks. Now, Noah was the ideal friend. He always had really good liquor and craft beer that he never minded sharing, and from time to time he would have some really good pot too. I liked Noah a lot for these reasons, probably all of the wrong reasons, but none the less that’s why anyone ever stood around him. He was too pretentious and self absorbed to hang out with just on any old day. Noah took a minute to look up at me, and notice I had been standing there. When he did, he gave me this surprised look and said “Your still here? Ben was supposed to get you hours ago.” Ben was the one I told you I was hooking up with. A real gem as you can tell.
I sat on the sofa arm, and opened my purse again; I took out my camels and raised one to my mouth. The lighter of course took a few tries to light the whole thing, and when it finally did, I felt a sigh of relief. My red lipstick stained the filter, and I began to sit and think. I started feeling queasy again, but ignored the feeling. Noah was speaking to me in the background but all I could hear in my head was Blue Oyster Cult’s Don’t Fear the Reaper. I was like that, always getting songs randomly stuck in my head. Before I knew it I was lost in the sounds of the guitar, and the beating drums. I almost dropped my cigarette onto my lap before Noah tapped me on the shoulder, and I snapped out of it all.
“I called you a cab Sam; it should be here in about 5 minutes. I’m going back to sleep but hey, when you see Ben tell him I said great fucking party.” I listened to him, but I didn’t respond. The reaper song started playing in my head again, and I started to think about how Ben just left me there. Just when you think you find the one, I thought to myself. A tear ran down my cheek, making a stain in my foundation, and as I made my way out the back door to greet the cab I took a final drag of my camel and thought, this is my teenage fucking wasteland. I put the cigarette out and hopped into the cab. Coincidently, the cab was playing that song. I sat back and closed my eyes, and tried to imagine that I was happy again. I tried to imagine that where I was going, I would be greeted with love and affection upon my arrival. The same tear arrived down my cheek as before, and I thought to myself about how great that sounded, a family, a real life family.
