Prompt from Daily Writing Practice:
It was the hottest day in Summer. Taking full opportunity of this, someone decided to throw a party at their Summer house near the beach. The house was near the beach, earning this party the title, Beach Bash. Fliers were printed, handed out. Friends were invited and these friends invited their friends. This party was going to be huge. Even people from all over the area would be coming, even people who were an hour or two away driving. This included Jimmy and his friends. He could picture the fun he'd be having. Girls would be running around in skimpy bikinis. Friends would be playing drinking games. At least one person would be going streaking. This was going to be great! He had his beachwear packed, his camera charged, money set aside for a beer run, and a little black book for collecting phone numbers tucked in the pocket of his book bag. Everything was set. Everything was good to go. If only he had anticipated one thing, transportation. His friends all hitched rides. They assumed he'd find a way to get their as well. They assumed wrong. One of his friends felt pretty bad, not bad enough to stay behind, but pretty bad. His attempt at consoling Jimmy : "I'll take tons of pics, so you wont feel like you missed a thing." Great friends.
I think I forced this one..haha..