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I sat at the back of the class room, daydreaming. Usually, I’d be paying attention to my teacher in Music class. But not today; we had a substitute.
She was a short and stout little thing, with thin grey hair and round, thick glasses. And a voice that screamed out ‘I was born with a cigarette in my mouth and it’s never left since!’
It was almost home time, and I was really keen for the bell. Today was my seventeenth birthday after all. And tonight was Homecoming, and then my party. No wonder I’m excited.
“Yo, Schuyler! Open your email!” shouted Shawn, my best friend. I got out my iPhone, as did everybody else in the class. I had an email, from Mr. Anderson. Yes! He was going to be at the dance tonight. Hurry up two thirty!

“Schuyler, honey, are you going to the football game tonight?” asked my mother from outside the bathroom door.
“Mom, I kind of have to, it’s my birthday and I get treated like royalty. Shawn’s picking me up at five-thirty. You guys can come too, game starts at six.”
“Okay, I just thought you might have wanted to stay home and set up for the party.”
“No you didn’t, you just don’t want me to get upset over the cheerleaders.”
She didn’t reply, I knew I was right. You see, I used to be on the cheer squad, but I had to quit after I kept collapsing. I don’t mind, I have more time to myself now.

At five twenty-four Shawn walked into my bedroom.
“You still not ready Shorty?” he asked, as I brushed my hair once more.
“I am now. Oh, quick come have a look at the party!” I said, grabbing his arm and dragging him downstairs and outside.
“Wow,” was all that he could say. It did look impressive. We stood on the porch stairs, looking out. There was our pool, then the spa and beyond that, my birthday present. Mom and dad converted the unused triple garage into my own party pad. They got rid of those ugly garage door things and put in big reinforced glass windows. There was a massive sound system hooked up all over the back yard, which was huge. We lived on an acre of land, so we had heaps of space, and no neighbours to worry about.
“And the alcohol truck is coming at seven. This is going to be sweet. After my party, I’m moving into the party pad, and mom and dad are building a garage, so that I can drive all the way down the driveway straight to my little house. What do you think?” I said, pointing everything out.
“If this is your seventeenth, I can’t wait to see your 18th and your 21st! But c’mon, let’s go we’re gonna be late!”

We pulled into the school car park, which was filling fast, right next to Mr. Anderson.
“Hey guys! I heard it’s your birthday Miss Hewitt. Have a good one!”
“Thanks sir.” That was all I was capable of saying. I could get any guy I wanted in this school, except for Declan Anderson, my music teacher. Yeah I know that it’s because he’s a teacher, but I want him so bad. I’m even saving my virginity for him.
“Anytime. Hey Shawn, shouldn’t you be in the change rooms getting ready? Go smash ‘em!”
“Sure thing sir!”
Oh, what I would do to my music teacher, given the chance.
“See you later, Schuyler.” In bed? I wish.
Oh, I burn, I pine, I perish.