xican style tile that is laid in the bathroom, dozens of undefined lines from the soles of shoes marked up the floor. On the mirror was dripping soap resembling raindrops that had fallen out of no where. The once, clean floor mat was now stained brown from the mud. Once the tile had been mopped, a huge dark scuffmark was ever so apparent on the floor. The beige hand towels were thrown in the toilet covering someone's evidence of low tolerance for alcohol. The smell was even more putrid in the bathroom then the living room. The shower door, which was knocked off the hinges, had a footprint with a Nike check imprinted on it. It was obvious that someone lost his or her balance while trying to do a keg stand while already heavily intoxicated. As I walked out to the pool deck, I could see that it was covered with more red cups, spilled beer that had stained the white rippled concrete to a yellowish color and someone's wet maroon colored shirt bleeding into the white deck. In the pool, that is in the middle of the deck, was almost a dozen beer bottle caps floating along the surface making a reflection from the brightly-lit moon, of a dreamy, mystical design every time they hit the wall. Plants that once lined the wall blocking out the street, were uprooted and had a pungent smell of more untimely accidents. The humid air outside trapped the noxious smells within the walls. I could still hear the cracking of class under my feet that only made me swear to myself never to have another party again.Although completely done cleaning up the mess that resembled a corrupted barn, I was not satisfied with the job that was done. I knew that there was no way of hiding the permanent evidence of the wild party here tonight. I could hear it now, my father’s stern, deep, monotone voice repeatedly insisting on the massive amounts of damage to the house. There has never been a worse thought in my head of disappointment by my parents. The thought of them ...
