Bad Short Story Ideas

Why did I think this was a good idea? How could I be so stupid? This is not fun anymore. These were some of the thoughts that passed through my head, when I realized something. People can be stupid, and I don’t mean with math and all that school stuff. What I’m trying to say is that a lot of the time, they don’t think about anything beforehand. You need evidence you say? I’ve got some for you, I’ll tell you all about it.
It was October 2nd, my sister Cianna’s 14th birthday, and she has a few friends over, and if I just had my best friend over, I wouldn’t be totally overwhelmed by 14 year-old girls. It should be about 20 minutes before my friend Avian gets here, so I escape the mass chaos of three girls scrolling through their Instagrams, by

“Okay, you alright?” she asks. “Yeah, i'm fine.” I answer quickly.
Before she can say anything else, the doorbell goes off, Avian must be here. I run down the stairs by two and almost trip and fall, but I catch myself and walk the rest of the way down to the door. I was correct, it is Avian.
“Whats up, are the girls here?” he says with a hopeful face, “I want to play games with them not here, they're annoying.”
“Sadly, they're in the living room, I could try to get them to go downstairs, though.” I

“That would be fun.” “Alright, let me go ask.” I come back with the keys to my mom’s car on my finger and tell Avian to grab what he wants but he’s already got everything he needs in hand. “Okay let's get the girls in the car, the only things they need are their phones and earbuds.” After everyone piles into the car and Mom tells us about 15,000 times to be safe and that she loves us, we are off, driving towards the woods in the south side of Pelan. The sun is setting as we arrive at our destination. A sleeping night guard awakens to the humming of our car pulling up and tries to stretch out in the confined space. We pull over next to the window of the booth and a chilly breeze rushes in as I roll down the window to talk to him. The man turns to us and groggily asks, “Uh, you have an I.D.?” I answer with an easy “Yes.” and hand him my card showing my age and a picture of me. “Alright, yep you're 18, okay Julian be safe out there.” he suggests. “Thanks, you too, uh, Todd.” I say as I look at the tag on his