Bloodmoon15---Why the party sucked Descriptive essay

Several factors contributed to the failure of the party. When we heard the news that the newest rock band Slimeball was performing at Miranda Beckett's 16th birthday party we knew anyone who was anyone would show up. What we didn't expect however was to get there (reasonably late of course) and find that Slimeball was conspicuously absent. The lead singer had overdosed on cialin and was in the hospital. The radio was playing some pop song.

No one was singing, no one was dancing, no one was talking.

The silence of Miranda's house was deafening and all-consuming. By the look of how many people were there, it was clear that over half of the original guests had already left. To make the situation worse, Miranda's father had brought out the board games and nerds were huddling in corners trying to decide whether it was the butler in the library with the knife or the maid in the study with the rope.

I think her dad failed at being a responsible host: even though he was in the next room, he failed to notice the keg of beer in the bathroom. I didn't particularly like keg beer so I huffed my way to a couch with floral prints where my friend Ricky was flicking popcorn at Nancy Attica's face across the room.

"You wanna leave?" I asked.

He shook his head and tossed another kernel at the geek.

"They have beer," he said, as though that explained everything. I was about to reply with a snappy "whatever" but some huge jock in a football jersey tripped on my shoes.

"Shorry," he said with a slur. Halfway through picking himself up he threw up in my lap.

I looked at Ricky in horror and shock, my hands in the air, feeling as if I might throw up as well. Ricky was laughing. That rat bastard was laughing. I pushed the drunken football star off of me and cleaned up as best I could in Miranda's bathroom. While I was gone I guess the birthday girl's father finally got a clue about his daughter's drinking habits because when I got back everyone was gone and Miranda was crying.

I stormed out the door and walked home in my smelly clothes and wondered why people like Miranda would ever throw a party.

a/n: also one of my writing class assignments- not as good as Atmosphere, but not horribly sucky either. tell me if you agree and Review.