——Aaron
“The party was dull, and it was supposed to be dull. The celebrant was my grandmother. She’s eighty years old,” I told my minions who were all too eager to learn about the Vegas trip.
I couldn’t tell if they had purposely kept on asking the same question in various ways or if they weren’t just listening the first time I told them that I didn’t enjoy my weekend in Vegas.
Half of the basketball team and some of Nicole’s friends from the squad had gathered at the student’s lounge that afternoon to ask me about my trip. It wasn’t really their fault that I lived a more interesting life than most of them, but their questions were just annoying and lame.
“My dad promised me we’ll go there after graduation,” Trisha said excitedly. “I have been to New York a couple of times with my c
