Today we had a scavenger hunt for my friend. We had a suprise birthday party waiting for her at the in. We sent her on these crazy missions and made her do crazy things and the best part. She had no idea. We had a lot of fun. I got a few boyfriends and everything was wonderful. There were these adorable little boys who refered to me as the "black girl" because I have a black bikini. It was very cute and quite amusing.

Tonight was a little more interesting. I went to Chris's house where a few people were haning out. When we got there this dude was laying passed out on the bed. He messed with me all night after he woke up. Telling me to chill out but harassing me all the same. They carried me to the bathroom to get a swirley. So it seemed like all innocent fun. Of course a bit of drinking and smoking but innocent enough? This dude got a few phone calls from someone wanting to fight. He began asking about guns where his friend began assuring me he was purely talk. At which point more of my friends showed up so I didn't think much more of it. We were sitting around talking when we heard Chris.

"Dude, put that fucking knife up."

"Nahh man, I got my shit."

Chris seemed a little frightened and we all looked in the general direction. A girl yelled in the background, "Thats a huge fucking knife."

I looked at him from the main room, he was standing in the hall way and all I could see was that foot and a 1/2 long knife. The next thing I knew he was walking firmly at me. All the girls scattered and screamed but it didn't matter-- he was coming at me. He stood over me with the knife raised and I started shaking and crying.

I yelled at him, "Don't please don't. Please stop. Please."

He yelled at me, "What? Don't think I'll fucking do it?"

"Please just stop. Please. Don't hurt me," I pleaded with him.

Chris and Paul ran at him Wallace was screaming in the back, "Back the fuck up man."

He turned around and I ran off.

"It's cool." Chris screamed.

And I sat slightly frazzled in the corner. Scared to death. Shaking and crying.

kat

I wish that were a lie.