Annabel was in the ninth grade. Every Friday night Annabel and her friends went to the ice skating rink and then back to Annabel's house for a sleep over. This year however, her friends were more focused on boys and make up then painting each others toe nails and having pillow fights. This didn't bother Annabel, well not much any way. It didn't bother her that her usual Friday night crowd of five dwindled down to only three of the girls. They were at Baxter's party, was the response that came from Annabel's closest friend Tina. "Doesn't he have beer at those parties?" Annabel asked in disgust and hesitation in her voice. The other two girls burst into hysterical laughter. "Yeah, but that's not all that Mike Baxter has at his parties!" Lexis answered in a know all tone.
             "Hey, Anna!" Shouted Chrissy, Lexis, and Tina from down the hall. Annabel slammed her locker shut and head in the opposite direction; she was hurt and angry. The girls had abandoned her the past two Fridays in a row. In class, Annabel took her seat next to Justine. "Oh my gosh!" gushed Justine. "Mike's party was sooo much fun. You should definitely go next week. I'm sure he wouldn't care if you tagged along." If I TAGGED ALONG! "Annabel screamed "Oh so suddenly I'm like a fifth wheel or something? What happened to Friday nights? We had so much fun too yah know." "Yeah maybe that was fun back in the sixth grade but we're ninth graders now and we have a reputation to make for our selves Anna! "Justine said in protest. "Well what kind of stuff do you do at the party?" Annabel offered, giving in to Justine for the moment. "Do you guys play, like spin the bottle and stuff?" "Spin the bottle! HAH! That game is for babies. We don't need a game to tell us to make out. We just do it!" Why don&apo...