Descriptive Essay About My First House Party

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Red and green lights moving vividly. The smell of urine, marijuana, and beer pierced through my nostrils like a sword. It was my first house party. I saw some familiar faces among the crowd. Some people I would never have thought for them to have been there. As soon as one of my friends saw me walk into the room, she came running up to me and tried talking over the booming speakers that were next to us. "You want one?" I looked to see what she was pointing at and noticed the crystal bottle in her hand, the bubbly gold liquid was swaying inside the bottle as she moved from side to side. In that moment, I felt like I wasn’t there anymore, and I felt like I was in the living room with my dad. I remember him telling me stories about how alcohol ruined his life. The loud booming music interrupted my thoughts, so I pushed that thought out of my head and nodded.
By the third bottle, everything turned into a blur. I found myself thinking, "Is this really me? Why am I doing this?" I looked around the room, I saw people having fun, and I saw …show more content…

I struggled to catch my breath. My car was somewhere near the house stuck in all the madness so I decided to walk home. It was a cold night in September, and as I began to sober up and realizing how much trouble I could have gotten in if I had gotten caught. I snuck out, went to a party, and drank. Panic swept over as I reached my house. The usually welcoming yellow house looked menacing. As I approached my window. A light came on somewhere inside my house, and I froze. If my parents were awake and would have caught me, I knew it would be the end of me. I held my breath as I tried to jump in my window, and it felt as if the window was higher than it was when I first snuck out. I sighed as I landed on my bed and let my thoughts take me away. A piece of advice my father once gave me weighed down on my mind, “Nothing good happens after 2

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