New Year's Eve Party

It was just me in the house. My brothers and sisters were all at their dad's house or at a friend's house for the night. My mom was also out at a new year's eve party with her boyfriend. I was just sitting in my living room drinking beer and eating a hamburger I had just made when my friend Mark, his brother, and my neighbor Meghan showed up. We then started calling people trying to find a party to go to. We couldn't find any... so we decided to throw one. Me and Mark called up Meghan's cousin Trisha and found that she had a bunch of friends with her, so we told them to come on over. They didn't. Then we sent Mark's brother over there to go get them. He never came back. Mark and I then got fed up with trying to bring them over to my house... so we went over to where they were. At Trisha's house we found a bottle of Kessler, and a few other bottles that I don't remember the names of. Trisha's grandmother said that she needed to take everyone somewhere else. Mark and I suggested that everyone come over to my house, and they agreed to. So Mark, his brother, Trisha, Trisha's boyfriend, some other guy, two girls, and I walked down the road drinking and smoking untill we all got to my house. Then Trisha wanted some pot, so I went to my neighbor's house to see if her "friend" had twenty dollars worth of weed to sell, and he did. Trisha gave me twenty dollars, I gave it to my neighbor's friend, and he gave me twenty dollars worth of pot. Then we all went into my house, and into my living room. Me and Mark then broke up the pot (it was in nugs) and picked the beaners out of it. Mark took a couple bowls worth for me and him to smoke later. After the pot was de-beaned we all started taking shots of liquor. Everyone had at least six shots. We then went down into my room to smoke the pot. Nobody had a normal pipe, so I made a cheap one out of tin foil to smoke with. Trisha handed me the bag of pot and I packed a bowl into my homemade potpipe. We then started passing it around to whoever wanted some of it. Pretty soon we were all really trashed. Me and Mark were talking when someone said something about Trisha looking sick... so I told Trisha if she was going to puke to do it in the sink. She was very pale, too. It was really weird looking how her eye sockets and her lips had color, but the rest of her was almost white. She suddenly got up and started walking to the sink to puke, but she didn't make it all the way there. She was like two feet away when she fell and puked right on the floor in front of my washer. I told her boyfriend to go take care of her, and her did. While Trisha's boyfriend kept an eye on her I started hitting on this girl I was sitting next to. I didn't even think twice about Trisha. All of a sudden Trisha's boyfriend started saying that we should call an ambulance, and everybody started freaking out and yelling saying "No ambulances! They'll bring police!" and "The police will want to know what's wrong with her, and how much she took, where she got it from, etc. and we'll all be FUCKED!" I went over by Trisha and her boyfriend away from the arguing. Trisha's boyfriend was holding her and seemed very worried. I could tell he really liked her. I asked him how she was doing, and he said, "I don't know, but she looks really bad." He looked as if he was going to cry. All of a sudden Trisha rolled over and puked on a pile of clothes sitting next to my dryer. I noticed it was really smokey in my room from all the pot and cigarettes we smoked. I turned to Mark and, "Maybe we SHOULD call an ambulance... she's looking really pale, and I don't want her dying on me." All he said was "Go ahead and call an ambulance, but I'm not going to be around when it gets here." I turned back to Trisha's boyfriend and told him to carry Trisha upstairs into my living room and to set her on a couch. He carried her up, and the rest of us followed. Trisha's boyfriend set her on the couch, and then the arguing started up again about whether or not to call an ambulance and what we were going to do with Trisha. The first good idea we came up with was to call a friend of Trisha's boyfriend. Trisha's boyfriend (Kevin) called his friend. Kevin's friend showed up, but wouldn't agree to drive Trisha to her grandparents or to a hospital... he didn't want to get invovled. Kevin tried to talk him into it, but he said, "No way." and drove off. Kevin then came back inside and told us what happened. The arguing then started up again. I went over to Trisha to see how she was doing. I asked her how she was, and she told me she really didn't feel good. While I was talking to Trisha I heard somebody start saying, "Let's just ditch her in a snowbank somewhere." Then I heard Kevin say, "No way." I asked Trisha then if she wanted to go to the hospital, and she said, "Yeah, I need to go to a hospital... call an ambulance or something." I looked up at everyone who were still arguing. I then grabbed the phone, held it above my head, and said, "I'm calling an ambulance." reasonably loud so everyone could hear me. Everyone suddenly stopped arguing and started running around collecting their things. Mark came up to me and said, "You sure you want to do this?" I responded by saying, "Mark... just look at her." He looked at her, then back up at me and said, "Okay, I'll see you later then." Then Mark and everyone else, except for Kevin, left the house. I then handed the phone to Kevin and told him to call an ambulance, becuase I didn't know the number. he called, told them my address, what the situation was, and then hungup. Me and Kevin sat with Trisha and waited for the paramedics to get there. Finally they arrived, along with two police officers and Trisha's grandmother. Kevin and I were pulled aside, questioned, and given breathalizers. Kevin's parents then showed up and took him home. Everyone then cleared out and left, except for a cop who wrote me a citation for underage drinking. Then it was just me again.


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Mark and I then got fed up with trying to bring them over to my house... so we went over to where they were. At Trisha's house we found a bottle of Kessler, and a few other bottles that I don't remember the names of. Trisha's grandmother said that she needed to take everyone somewhere else. Mark and I suggested that everyone come over to my house, and they agreed to. So Mark, his brother, Trisha, Trisha's boyfriend, some other guy, two girls, and I walked down the road drinking and smoking untill we all got to my house. Then Trisha wanted some pot, so I went to my neighbor's house to see if her "friend" had twenty dollars worth of weed to sell, and he did. Trisha gave me twenty dollars, I gave it to my neighbor's friend, and he gave me twenty dollars worth of pot. Then we all went into my house, and into my living room. Me and Mark then broke up the pot (it was in nugs) and picked the beaners out of it. Mark took a couple bowls worth for me and him to smoke later. After the pot was de-beaned we all started taking shots of liquor. Everyone had at least six shots. We then went down into my room to smoke the pot. Nobody had a normal pipe, so I made a cheap one out of tin foil to smoke with. Trisha handed me the bag of pot and I packed a bowl into my homemade potpipe. We then started passing it around to whoever wanted some of it. Pretty soon we were all really trashed. Me and Mark were talking when someone said something about Trisha looking sick... so I told Trisha if she was going to puke to do it in the sink. She was very pale, too. It was really weird looking how her eye sockets and her lips had color, but the rest of her was almost white. She suddenly got up and started walking to the sink to puke, but she didn't make it all the way there. She was like two feet away when she fell and puked right on the floor in front of my washer. I told her boyfriend to go take care of her, and her did. While Trisha's boyfriend kept an eye on her I started hitting on this girl I was sitting next to. I didn't even think twice about Trisha. All of a sudden Trisha's boyfriend started saying that we should call an ambulance, and everybody started freaking out and yelling saying "No ambulances! They'll bring police!" and "The police will want to know what's wrong with her, and how much she took, where she got it from, etc. and we'll all be FUCKED!" I went over by Trisha and her boyfriend away from the arguing. Trisha's boyfriend was holding her and seemed very worried. I could tell he really liked her. I asked him how she was doing, and he said, "I don't know, but she looks really bad." He looked as if he was going to cry. All of a sudden Trisha rolled over and puked on a pile of clothes sitting next to my dryer. I noticed it was really smokey in my room from all the pot and cigarettes we smoked. I turned to Mark and, "Maybe we SHOULD call an ambulance... she's looking really pale, and I don't want her dying on me." All he said was "Go ahead and call an ambulance, but I'm not going to be around when it gets here." I turned back to Trisha's boyfriend and told him to carry Trisha upstairs into my living room and to set her on a couch. He carried her up, and the rest of us followed. Trisha's boyfriend set her on the couch, and then the arguing started up again about whether or not to call an ambulance and what we were going to do with Trisha. The first good idea we came up with was to call a friend of Trisha's boyfriend. Trisha's boyfriend (Kevin) called his friend. Kevin's friend showed up, but wouldn't agree to drive Trisha to her grandparents or to a hospital... he didn't want to get invovled. Kevin tried to talk him into it, but he said, "No way." and drove off. Kevin then came back inside and told us what happened. The arguing then started up again. I went over to Trisha to see how she was doing. I asked her how she was, and she told me she really didn't feel good. While I was talking to Trisha I heard somebody start saying, "Let's just ditch her in a snowbank somewhere." Then I heard Kevin say, "No way." I asked Trisha then if she wanted to go to the hospital, and she said, "Yeah, I need to go to a hospital... call an ambulance or something." I looked up at everyone who were still arguing. I then grabbed the phone, held it above my head, and said, "I'm calling an ambulance." reasonably loud so everyone could hear me. Everyone suddenly stopped arguing and started running around collecting their things. Mark came up to me and said, "You sure you want to do this?" I responded by saying, "Mark... just look at her." He looked at her, then back up at me and said, "Okay, I'll see you later then." Then Mark and everyone else, except for Kevin, left the house. I then handed the phone to Kevin and told him to call an ambulance, becuase I didn't know the number. he called, told them my address, what the situation was, and then hungup. Me and Kevin sat with Trisha and waited for the paramedics to get there. Finally they arrived, along with two police officers and Trisha's grandmother. Kevin and I were pulled aside, questioned, and given breathalizers. Kevin's parents then showed up and took him home. Everyone then cleared out and left, except for a cop who wrote me a citation for underage drinking. Then it was just me again.