Bad/Good News Prompt Story Assignment

Remembering what happened at a frat house the night before was the least of Amber’s problems. She lived at home and her parents would kill her once she got home. After she turned the key in the ignition of her blue 2001 Eclipse, she leaned back in her seat and ran her fingers through her long, flowing blonde hair. Getting home without getting into an accident was her main goal, not throwing up from her hang over was another. The trees seemed to be falling into the street and the squirrels attacking her car. She shook her head every time she would hallucinate another farce.
Amber pulled into her driveway rather erratically and stopped short. Stumbling to her front steps, she fumbled through her purse to find her house key. Feeling that she was beginning to get frustrated about finding the key, she decided to ring the doorbell, regardless of what was going to happen once her parents saw her at the door. As far as they were concerned, she slept at a friend’s house the night before, but by the way she looked at the door there was no way that was true.
Ding-Dong, Ding-Dong
“Who on earth?” her mother yawned, as she unbolted the door, “Who is it?”
“Mom it’s just me. I can’t find my key and I need you to let me in.” At this point she was to weak to stand so she was leaning on the white railing.
“You look like hell. Where were you last night? Mrs. Lynch would never allow this kind of behavior!” her mother began to get furious.
“It’s not a big deal. Don’t worry so much.” Amber brushed her mother off and began to walk into the house. She barely remembered anything from the night before anyway.
“Don’t become a rebellious teen on me now. I know your father and I are getting divorced, but you could atleast at like a mature sixteen year old while dealing with this,” her mother yelled, yet pleaded at her.
Turning back to her mother, “Whatever, I’m going to my room.”
Slam!
Not remembering what happened the night before worried Amber. She’s not as immature as her mother thinks she is. Yeah, her parents are getting divorced, but she’d probably be doing things like this with a friend like Theresa anyway. She dumped her purse out on her purple and pink comforter and fished through her things for her phone. Picking up the small, black device, she called Theresa to get the gossip on what happened.
“Hey, hun,” she said quietly into her cell phone. “What happened to me last night? The last thing I remember was Dom breaking that beer bottle on the floor. Things are pretty hazy after that.”
Laughing into the phone, Theresa said, “ Am, you were out of control. No one could stop you from taking shots. I’ve never seen someone down so much vodka in my life.”
“Oh man.” She ran her fingers through her hair again and then got a quick smell of vomit and covered her mouth. “Well, that would explain the awful hangover. I had hallucinations of squirrels running at the car.”
“That sounds pretty bad,” Theresa giggled. “Maybe you should crawl into the shower and then take a long nap. That’s what I plan on doing.”
“Yeah, that sounds good. Any liquid that isn’t liquor right now sounds fabulous!”
The two girls hung up the phone. Theresa looked at the picture of her and Amber on her dresser and shook her head. She couldn’t believe her friend was capable of anything that she had done the night before, but it was something she was going to pay for in the long run.
After her shower, Amber brushed out all the knots and enjoyed the smell of cucumber melon radiating off her milky skin. No more vomit smell. Laying on her comfortable temper pedic bed made her feel like she was relaxing on a piece of heaven. Putting last night behind her was all she wanted to do, even though she couldn’t recall half of it. Little did she know what was ahead of her.