Vacation. Vacation is supposed to be a time of relaxation. No worries. No fights. You don't even have to shower everyday. My getaway to Delaware was supposed to be just that. A week of bliss after the completion of high school that would bring me closer to my peers and cement fond memories in my head.

No.

I should have figured it out when they said they didn't want any drugs or alcohol in the house. I understand their concern.
They don't want to get in trouble. But they're fucking idiots. If you drink quietly in a room, no one's going to know. If you walk around the boardwalk stumbling and puking, then yes, you will draw some unwanted attention. But did we do that? No.

Nonetheless, we brought vodka and weed. Look pal, this is my summer, I'm going to college, and if I want to smoke a bowl then I am damn well going to smoke a bowl. I'm the one who thought of this trip. It's not like I begged and pleaded at their ankles and they had to hold a meeting to see if I was acceptable and I signed a waiver and I am so fucking unworthy of having a good time on vacation. I paid the same amount of money as they did, and it's not like I was spilling beer all over the place or running a drug shack outside the house. So what the fuck is their problem? There was a time when Chris and I were friends. When he would pick me up and we would go to 7-11 to get some hot cocoa. Then prom happened and things were different. I wish it would not have went down like that, but I considered ourselves friends. But every person has a side of them that you would never think they possessed, and this week I was privy to the nasty, judgmental side of them all.

I once asked Chris was he planned to do at the shore, and he said he wanted to go mini golfing, check out all the fine eateries, and gaze at the stars at night. Is he serious? Just because you like to play childish boardgames, doesn't mean I want to do the same. YOU'RE 19. Shouldn't you be living a little? Have you ever listened to a conversation on Monday between two socialites who undoubtedly attended a party over the weekend? All they talk about is how trashed they were and how they made out with five guys and a teacup and how they puked in someone's car. Are you fucking oblivious? Jesus. And then he has the fucking nerve to sit us down like we were his kids and give us a talking-to? I don't have to fucking listen to your shit. Ryan Maxwell was upstairs puffing away but do you yell at him? "Oh, he's too small to drink." WHAT? ARE YOU JOKING? The smaller you are the EASIER. It just goes to show how fucking ignorant they are. And Rob. Oh man, how Rob is on my shit list now. Telling Ryan he wanted to drink and that he didn't care if we did, then ratting us out and accusing us of being bithces the entire weekend. Oh Rob, you pussy. You big, fucking, smelly pussy. You want to drink. You only wish you were cool enough to do it. But your friends don't approve of it, and you're too scared to stand there alone and take their crap. Yes Rob, you'd rather sit there and call me a child for doing something you wanted to do than to stand up for what you want at the risk of making yourself look bad. Then comes little Jonny boy. Oooh, Jon is so smart. He got a 1500 on his SAT's and is going to a good school. He's sooo smart, he can figure out all kinds of equations, but he wouldn't know what drunk was if it slapped him in the face. I hate that motherfucker, with his label maker and moccasins and sarcastic comments under his breath because he doesn't have the balls to say them to my face. That's right Jon, you're a piece of shit. And you may be going to a good school but when you have to swim through all the drunken kids you'll fucking see. And not to mention that they searched our room when we weren't home like they're some kind of Jesus Brigade trying to convert us to the light of God. And when they found it all, they yelled at ME the entire time, even though I didn't bring any of it. Jordan and Brendan brought it all, but did they yell at Jordan? No of course not, because her boyfriend was there, and if I had a guy there to defend my ass, they wouldn't have said shit to me. But no. It was suddenly my fault for everything and I had broken their trust and I was a bitch and I was a child. Excuse me, but for the past two days all you've been doing is playing monopoly and driving around with a camera asking girls to take off their tops. DO YOU THINK I WANT TO BE A PART OF THAT? This is MY fucking vacation too, and just because I'm not a raging lesbian and I don't want to see breats it makes me a fucking child?! I hate them. Holy shit, I hate them. They've never been around alcohol and now that it lives inside their house they get all scared like as soon as I light the bowl the cops are gonna come and take me away. Fucking idiots.

Oh, and the best is yet to come. Jordan and I were planning to throw water balloons at them all, and we went into their room to make sure we wouldn't hit cameras or phones are anything. All of a sudden, Chris and Rob bolt up the stairs and block us in the hallway.
"What are you guys doing?"

We weren't fucking doing anything. But we weren't going to say that we were planning a water balloon attack so we just laughed instead.

"You guys are laughing. You must be doing something."

Yes Chris, we smoked a bowl in your room for the three seconds that we were in it. So fucking what if we laugh? Oh my god, just typing about this makes me so angry. It's bad enough that they had a litter of kittens when we actually DID get fucked up, but now they're all over us when we didn't even do anything? I don't think so.

"Pack your bags, you're leaving tomorrow."
FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU AND YOUR MONOPOLY AND YOUR LARGE HAWAIIAN SHIRTS AND YOUR STUPID SANDALS WHICH ARE UNFASHIONABLE AND YOUR FUCKING UNREALISTIC IDEALS OF HOW PEOPLE SHOULD ACT AND FUCK THE WAY YOU THINK YOU OWN ME.

Yea, we got in their face and we yelled and it was great. We were bithces, and for the next day and a half we wreaked havoc on the entire house. We found Jon's label maker and used it to write immature shit and stuck it all over the place. We threw a water balloon into Rob's sleeping bag. We took the monopoly pieces and threw them across the room. We spilled garbage bags outside the front of the house and stuck a feminine napkin complete with strawberry jam on their car. I threw a tampon on the stairs. Then after we trashed the place, we left early so they would have to clean everything.

And that is my vacation.