Depressed

You slip out of the room of partying people and go check google and type in ''Adopt a teen'' and about 20,000 replies pop up. ''Crap'' You say to yourself staring at all the choices. You finally click on one and it shows a beautiful house with tons of teens and kids in it. ''oh my gosh'' you say aloud. You click on the ''Sign up'' button. You sign your self up and see a phone number. ''Where is the phone!?'' Oh No. You let your friend Cassie borrow it. Here it goes, (now you have to walk through the whole party! curse your niceness...) Your trudge through the huge crowd (your friends brought friends) when someone spills they're punch in your HAIR! ''Why you little piece of.....'' and you stop yourself. Your sounding like your parents. Well dang. don't just stand there, soaking wet like a sticky dog, go clean up!