High school parties are more drawn out than they deserve. All it is is a bunch of teenagers getting drunk, puking all over the place, and having sex wherever they can. What's the fun in that? Exactly, there's not any. So why do we even bother going? It's the high school thing to do. How can someone be a normal teenager if they haven't gotten completely wasted to the point where they almost died? Some of the best memories come from the worst decisions. Also, watching my friend not be able to drink a certain type of alcohol anymore because it tastes like the time they almost died is so amusing. When popular kids throw parties, it's a serious deal. If someone didn't show up then there must be something wrong with them, at least in the mind of the student body. In reality, there's nothing wrong. Maybe they just don't like to go to …show more content…
I clenched my jaw, but kept my expression neutral. "Perverseness causes us to do things we usually wouldn't, and he has a few counts of it." She finished her answer, and slyly looked over at me. "Thank you, Addison." Mrs. Horst sported a scowl, staring at me. Peyton slowly slouched in her desk and mumbled an apology. "Maybe you can get it next time. " I tried my hardest not to look at Peyton or Mrs. Horst. English was my least favorite class, yet Horst seems to think it's my favorite. She is a completely different person inside and outside of class, and not in a good way. In class, she was completely rude and arrogant. Outside of class, however, she was funny, sarcastic, and nice. She says it's being professional. I say it's an ego. She tries to get me to do things that are out of my comfort zone, quiz bowl, academic teams, theatre, and will not take no for an answer. I've had her for four years, and every single year she assumes I want to do the extra curriculars, and every year she yells at me. Once, she even lowered my grade because I wouldn't join her academic