Whose Pool Party: A Fictional Narrative

“Where were you last night?”
“Why do you care mom?”
“Because I am your mother, and I was worried sick about you!”
“So once again, where were you last night! I went upstairs to say goodnight and you were not there, your room was still and dark, and your ford was not here?”
“ I was off in rainbow land catching unicorns that poop candy and are filled with chocolate syrup. Where do you think I was. And why were you worried I am almost 17!”
“I don’t know, so please tell me where you were last night Harry Christopher Weber!!!!”
“Mom, do you remember me asking you if I could go to Jerry Michaels pool party yesterday at about noon, when we driving to go eat lunch and you said “NO”, then we got into an argument?”
“Yes”
“Then where do you think I was if I asked you that question?”

“I don’t know please tell me?”
“God, you're such an idiot, I was at the pool party!”
“Whose pool party!”
“JERRY MICHAELS!!!!!!”
“Jerry Michaels what!?”
“POOL PARTY!!!”
“Whose pool party?”
“ OH MY GOD we are back where we start for the last time I was at Jerry Michaels pool party downtown in Philadelphia (we in a town right outside of Philadelphia called Hoisenburg.)
“But we don't live in Philadelphia?”
“So I drove the whole 10 minutes to get there!”
“ That's it you are grounded for leaving the house and not telling me where you went!!”
“But I did tell you where I went last night!”
“Oh Really, then where?”
“I WENT TO JERRY MICHAELS POOL PARTY LAST NIGHT FOR THE LAST TIME!!!!!!!!!!”
“Fine, lets call and see if you were actually there.”
“Okay, I don't care because I was there.”
“Hi is this Mrs.

Weber, is Jerry Michaels speaking?”
“Yes this is, hi Mrs. Weber how is it

going?”
“Good, was Harry, my son at your pool party last night?”
“Yes, Why”
“My son keeps saying he was there but I don't believe him, or you why are you Lying to me Jerry!”
“I am not Mrs. Weber.”
“Oh really, prove it to me because I think you are a dirty, no good, rotten liar!”
“Now for the last time was my son at your pool party last night!!!!!!”
“I already said he was.”
“No you did not!!!!!!!!”
“Well okay bye Mrs. Crazypants.”
“But I am not done!”
The call was ended and my mother was FURIOUS with Jerry and me, he eyes had turned bloodshot red, her cheeks were blood red, and she had a vein popping out of her forehead that looked liked a river flowing . She had stormed off into her bedroom, if I was not so mad about her making no sense I would have gone in there and comforted her and explain.
I stormed up our maple stained stairs, and i thought i heard a “SNAP”, i was sure I had broke a step, but no step where broken and it came from the bedroom. I raced down the steps jumped over the bannister on the way to my moms room. I swung open the door with so much force that it almost fell off it hinges.
When I open the door I did not see anything, ! yelled out “MOM, where are you?!” I ran into the bathroom to find her laying dead on the floor with a bottle of drugs she had a wound in her chest. I started crying and screaming i called 911 and then it hit me she was making no sense because she was on drugs