THE NAMES IN THIS HAVE BEEN CHANGED FOR PERSONAL PRIVACY!

20 minutes, that's all it took. After only 20 minutes at the party, it sent my friends and I running. I went to my first high school party and I survived, barely. For the past week, my mom has been bugging me to go to a party after prom especially after I slept for 15 hours one day. She thinks I need to get out more and she's probably right.

After prom, my six friends and I went to Denny's and we thought maybe we should go to this party, make sure people see us, then leave just so our moms would stop calling us nuns. So we did. We drove all the way to this guy's house, which was the biggest house I've ever seen by the way, and the first thing we smell from down the road is weed. Our thoughts were "just because it's legal here in Washington doesn't mean you have to stink up the block." We don't do this kind of thing so as soon as we got into the driveway we instantly froze and just stared at the house. We had to call our other friend Sam to come get us because we were so confused.

We met up with Sam–she was with Jamie and this one guy, Chandler. I have spoken to Chandler maybe three times in my life but he was very excited to see me and even gave me a drunken hug. You could say I was confused but I knew what was going on. We walked a little further and we came across Vincent, Chandler and him were hanging on to each other like they've been friends their entire life but yet I have never seen two opposite ends of the social group spectrum collide so hard. We walked up to where the party was actually happening and everyone is stumbling over each other and spilling drinks and falling on the floor. I thought this only happened in movies but I guess I was wrong.

We walked into the room and the first thing we see is this girl zooming past us with two bottles of vodka, one in each hand. She was just running around and drinking it like a mad woman. We looked to our left and there was a game of intense beer pong going on. Sam told us she had been there for a while and advised us to not go into any of the closets or any closed door at that. She said we did not want to know what was going on back there.

We stood in a corner thinking about the song "Here" by Alessia Cara as we had vape smoke blown in our face and beer pong balls hitting us in the face. We stood around just to observe everyone and everything that was going on. We stumbled into another one of our good friends and she was so out of it, she probably didn't even know her own name. We watched as more social groups intermingled and, after 20 minutes, we were done. We had enough smoke blown in our face to last a lifetime and we were ready to get out of there as fast as possible. We made it through 20 minutes of a high school party.

Mom, I did it, aren't you proud of me?