Hi, my name is Dai. Ok, it’s really Daisy but only my sister calls me that. This last year of school has been epic. From my first time to my epic party fail. I don’t see how it could get any better or any stranger.
My sister’s wedding took forever. The ceremony was a marathon of standing, kneeling and Latin. The reception was a bunch of stiffs drinking and dancing the chicken dance. A sight I would just love to scoop out of my head. Eventually the wedding ended. Most people go on honeymoons but her new husband Derik was set to deploy in two days. So, they went to a hotel for those days then she would be back home with us until they can determine the best place for them to live. Derik couldn’t say where he was going just that when he came back he would have a new assignment as an instructor. With that comes a stable assignment and a place for them to setup and play house.
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My parents are planning a one-week cruise of Alaska. A week on a boat in the cold staring at wales. The ones in the water not dad. I was planning an injury that would keep me on dry warm land when my sister said, “I can stay with Daisy while you two are away.” I wanted to scream, “it’s Dai not Daisy” but she just saved my life. As well as my parents lives. My sister always wanted the Lifetime tv movie sisterhood crap. In high school, she was a peppy, cheerleader, pep squad and crap like that. I run the school newspaper and wear shirts that tell people to go fuck themselves in Latin. Ut te ipsum. My Latin teacher loves that shirt. I have the same thing in ten languages.
On Thursday, I came home and my parents were gone. Off to see whales. In the living room, I found my sister. I guess I never actually said her name. So, I came home and found my sister Lacy on the couch. She was doing something I never saw her do before. She was frowning. That’s my job. She and Derik met in high school. When he graduated, he joined the Marines. He is now 22 and she is 19. In a sense, she was a widow to the military. Lacy said, “Derik called. He said we would most likely end up in California.” It was Lacy’s dream to move to California. Her room was decorated in California. From the bear flag to pics of LA and San Fran.
She turned and said to me, “I tried everything I could and I just don’t know how to understand you. All I wanted was a sister that would.” She trailed off. I said, “we have this weekend to do whatever you want.” I half expected something girly, something Lacy. She said, “I want to throw a party. An epic, massive somebody called the cops raging party.” I don’t drink, I don’t smoke and up until a few weeks ago I was still a virgin. I don’t party. I said, “let’s make mom and dad regret going off to harass some whales.” I decided I would try and be a sister to her until she leaves.
That night Lacy texted every friend she had. It took hours. I fell asleep around 3am. In the morning, I went to school and the word on the party was already out. Lacy was still well known even in my class I was not known at all. Yet people came up to me all day saying they were looking forward to the party. My bestie Tara said she asked Ted to the party. I wanted to tell her about his side job. I even tried to blackmail him into stripping for her. But my terrible wicked idea fell flat. Then reality came a crashing in.
Lacy realized she couldn’t buy booze or serve it to minors. A party can’t become epic without some liquor. When it looked like it was all over I said, “we still have access to the place where your bachelorette party happened.” Soon more texts went out and the party was on. A guy who knows a guy, who knows a girl, who is dating another girl, who knows a guy that knows another guy that can get the booze for the party. The party was on Saturday. We spent all night Friday setting up. We used an empty warehouse in the back.
We covered all the windows with trash bags and duct tape. We locked every door that had a lock. In the newly christened party hall we setup some tables and a platform for the DJ. A friend of Lacy recommended a woman named Raging Lib but she was busy that night. Lacy found a man with over a million You Tube hits. A DJ named Rex Dino Z. He showed up about 4pm. He was maybe 16, but he had all the professional equipment to have a rave. Around that time, the guy with the booze showed up. We paid him and he asked if he could stay. We thought that if he was here he wasn’t out talking to the cops.
Lacy had an idea. She had Rex who was going by RDZ play something loud. It didn’t matter what. He did. We went outside and nothing. Not a sound. We may actually get away with this. We made it clear that there would be no drug use. So, we planned for drug use because people suck. Around 7pm the first of the party goers arrived. By 9pm the party was loud and popping. Is popping a word used to describe a party?
These are short stories I wrote. Some are connected to the larger books I am working on others are just for the fun of story telling.
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