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Authors: Christiane Shoenhair, Liam McEvilly
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discouraged and pushes her way through the doorway and into the lobby. She is on a mission tonight. “Where’s everyone at? There are cars parked outside, but I was expecting a lot more people. This house is big enough to be a club.” She asks as she jostles her way past Keagan.
“Everyone is down stairs, this is a very exclusive party so only a select few are invited,” he replies politely to her inquiry.
Chelsey gives me a look; I know exactly what she’s thinking, because I’m thinking the same thing. This is definitely not what we were expecting at all. We were thinking that there would be teenagers passed out on the front lawn, loud music, dancing and beer bongs. We figured we would find Kristina, May and Lexi rushing us as we walked in the door. You know the deal. But I figure we’re here now, so we might as well make the most of it. Besides, the lesser amount of people here the more chance I have of actually speaking to Keagan and figuring out what has crawled up his butt.
“Well, I’m ready to say hello to everyone else too. “ I say, confidently.
Keagan gives me another long look and then moves to the side so that I can enter the building too. I have no idea what is going on with him. I stand and turn a full 360 degrees, taking a long look around the lobby. The inside of the house most definitely matches what the outside had promised. Eddie’s parents have a very contemporary, yet elegant style. And lots of money!
Everywhere I look there are marble floors, shined to a spo tless finish, high ceilings and crystal chandeliers. The entrance lobby leads right into the front room where a dark staircase leads to the second floor. It’s one of those staircases you always see in movies, one that has two ways leading down and meet in the middle on the first floor. The entire room is decorated with modern art, including more sculptures and some big, bright paintings on the walls. To my surprise I notice that there are no family pictures anywhere and even though the house is beautifully decorated, I don’t really thing that it’s very personal.
I think of my old home , the one I left behind in Florida, it was only a two bedroom house and the furniture was from a second hand store my mother always made it feel warm and homely. She had pictures everywhere and for some reason I always loved how it smelled like freshly baked cookies. Thinking of home makes me a little sad and it must have shown on my face because I get an elbow in my side and Chelsey is looking at me with raised eyebrows.
To the right which is where Keagan is leading us is a si ngle door and as he holds it open, I can for the first time, hear lots of people shouting and laughing. It sure sounds like they are having a good time. I follow the long hallway towards the noise, down the stairs. I have to descend them while touching the cool stone walls to make sure that I don’t lose my balance in the cute wedges that I borrowed from Chelsey.
As I reach the bottom of the stairs I cannot believe my eyes.
Instead of teens partying and drinking, I see grown men cheering and waving slips of paper at a portion of the room inside a fence. As we approach I can see that we have been brought to the middle of a dog fight!
I stand there in shock , staring at two dogs tearing at each other. One is a pit bull, its gray coat is glistening with sweat, and its ears lay back flat against its head. Its teeth are showing, blood and saliva are dripping down its chin. It leaps, muscles straining, to get at its opponent, a larger, longer haired tan colored Japanese Akita. The Akita is equally as intimidating, with its long canine teeth exposed and its ears standing at attention.
Both dogs, in their own ways, are impressive and bea utiful. I can tell that the fight has taken a toll on both dogs. The Akita seems to have the upper hand, but that’s not saying too much. The pit bull has multiple bite wounds covering its sleek body, the Akita has a slight
“Everyone is down stairs, this is a very exclusive party so only a select few are invited,” he replies politely to her inquiry.
Chelsey gives me a look; I know exactly what she’s thinking, because I’m thinking the same thing. This is definitely not what we were expecting at all. We were thinking that there would be teenagers passed out on the front lawn, loud music, dancing and beer bongs. We figured we would find Kristina, May and Lexi rushing us as we walked in the door. You know the deal. But I figure we’re here now, so we might as well make the most of it. Besides, the lesser amount of people here the more chance I have of actually speaking to Keagan and figuring out what has crawled up his butt.
“Well, I’m ready to say hello to everyone else too. “ I say, confidently.
Keagan gives me another long look and then moves to the side so that I can enter the building too. I have no idea what is going on with him. I stand and turn a full 360 degrees, taking a long look around the lobby. The inside of the house most definitely matches what the outside had promised. Eddie’s parents have a very contemporary, yet elegant style. And lots of money!
Everywhere I look there are marble floors, shined to a spo tless finish, high ceilings and crystal chandeliers. The entrance lobby leads right into the front room where a dark staircase leads to the second floor. It’s one of those staircases you always see in movies, one that has two ways leading down and meet in the middle on the first floor. The entire room is decorated with modern art, including more sculptures and some big, bright paintings on the walls. To my surprise I notice that there are no family pictures anywhere and even though the house is beautifully decorated, I don’t really thing that it’s very personal.
I think of my old home , the one I left behind in Florida, it was only a two bedroom house and the furniture was from a second hand store my mother always made it feel warm and homely. She had pictures everywhere and for some reason I always loved how it smelled like freshly baked cookies. Thinking of home makes me a little sad and it must have shown on my face because I get an elbow in my side and Chelsey is looking at me with raised eyebrows.
To the right which is where Keagan is leading us is a si ngle door and as he holds it open, I can for the first time, hear lots of people shouting and laughing. It sure sounds like they are having a good time. I follow the long hallway towards the noise, down the stairs. I have to descend them while touching the cool stone walls to make sure that I don’t lose my balance in the cute wedges that I borrowed from Chelsey.
As I reach the bottom of the stairs I cannot believe my eyes.
Instead of teens partying and drinking, I see grown men cheering and waving slips of paper at a portion of the room inside a fence. As we approach I can see that we have been brought to the middle of a dog fight!
I stand there in shock , staring at two dogs tearing at each other. One is a pit bull, its gray coat is glistening with sweat, and its ears lay back flat against its head. Its teeth are showing, blood and saliva are dripping down its chin. It leaps, muscles straining, to get at its opponent, a larger, longer haired tan colored Japanese Akita. The Akita is equally as intimidating, with its long canine teeth exposed and its ears standing at attention.
Both dogs, in their own ways, are impressive and bea utiful. I can tell that the fight has taken a toll on both dogs. The Akita seems to have the upper hand, but that’s not saying too much. The pit bull has multiple bite wounds covering its sleek body, the Akita has a slight
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