Something Old

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It was 9:00 pm.

The whole sophomore class was outside

the door,

whooping and hollering for

me.

All the jocks, cheerleaders,

and other popular people.

This dark closet seemed far from heaven,

with Alley Harmon in here,

but 7 minutes in here wasn’t that hard of

a task.

I was the cool guy now,

I could handle this.

It was 9:02 pm,

and she had barely moved.

Her black t-shirt tugging at her skin

made it hard to see her movements.

Alley Harmon was the type

of girl you didn’t want to be associated

with by social standards and

I could understand why…

Her sleek, greasy brunette hair

wasn’t as much of a turn-off

as her buck teeth.

People used to call her pizza pie,

but I think that was an

understatement to say the

least.

Acne ravaged her whole face

and the places where her

nails didn’t dig in far enough,

displayed her pus in all

of its gross glory.

I mean people didn’t really give me

a nickname,

but it doesn’t matter now.

I’m cool.

Music still blared in the

background, yet

their hollering didn’t seem to cease at all.
It was 9:06 and by now,

I had become a legend at Sarah Stone’s party.

Monday, everyone would know

my name: Tyler Hickee,

7 minute Heaven King.

This party was awesome,

yet I was really surprised that I even

got invited…

hmmm, how did Alley get invited?

The cool kids must be doing

their daily charity work,

feeding the geeky…

Poor Alley.

She just didn’t know how lame

she was.

It was 9:30 pm.

No one had come to unlock the door.

At all.

The music and cheering still raged on.

I started to wonder how they could keep it up still,

my lungs and voice would have gave in

by now.

It was 10:08 pm now.

The applause and music had skipped a couple of times.

Literally.

Then it was quiet.

The tape player kept asking for someone to

“eject disc”.

Aside from the repeating digital sound,

nothing else was heard.

This was bad,

but tolerable.

 Alley was still awake, leaning

over.

“I farted”, she said.

This was worst.