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I'm at Ellen's house right now, getting ready for a party at Wayne's house in a little bit. I just called my friend Lisa to see if she if she's going to be there. This guy named Seth, I call him Sleev-eth because he wears this sleeve thing that looks sort of like a glove/long sock that fits all the way to your elbow, answered the phone. Amazing as it is, he knows my name! Besides the sleeve, he's pretty cute. Anyway, he gave the phone to Lisa, and it turns out she is going to the party, and is bringing beer. I don't like to drink that much, because if my father ever caught me I'd be dead. I always drive, as Ellen enjoys getting drunk. I'm not too excited about going, but I don't tell Ellen this. It took me long enough to get to her house, and I wasn't going to go home to my angry father this soon. I hadn't raked the leaves in the front yard yet, and I had no intentions of doing it in the dark when I was already running late to get to Ellen's. My father yelled at me, insisting I pick up each leaf individually. Instead of listening, I got in the car and drove here in tears.