“She took my phone. She took my phone. She took my phone,” I whispered to myself. “What do I do? Think. Think. Think.”
I got up off my bed and paced around my small bedroom. I needed to get my phone back before my mom found the pictures. I was grounded right now because I was out past my curfew. That had gotten my two weeks of being grounded. If she found the photos, I would be grounded until I graduated from high school.
It all came out of a dare and a little bit of fun. At least that’s what it seemed like at the time. Now that the story is spreading, I know that’s not what everyone else was thinking. I think they had planned the whole party and just hoped that Tonya and I would play along. I do think Tonya might have been clued in before me and I’m not entirely happy that she didn’t clue me in as well.
Now the shit will hit the fan if my mom finds the pictures or videos. I deleted the ones on my phone that I took on Saturday night, but everyone else keeps texting them to me. If any adult finds out what happened at the party, I’m sure we will all go to jail. Why couldn’t they just pretend it didn’t happen and move on? That’s all I wanted to do. Or at least pretend it was all a nightmare. That Steve’s death was an accident.
Standing Room Only 