Daisy Trip

Cassie sat on the bus in a daze. Last night was of rock star propositions. Cassie wasn’t usually the partying-type. She liked to stay home and just watch TV and eat junk food. However, her friend, Angela, called her up last night and invited her out.

“Come on, Cas!” she said. “This is the party of the century!” The skinny brunette scratched the back of her head.

“I’m not too sure about that,” Cassie said.

“You can’t be serious!”

“I’m not into partying.”

“Nah, you’re just lazy. You can’t spend all night watching Dawson’s Creek and stuffing your face with cookie dough. Live a little!”

“But…”

“Please?” It didn’t help that Angela went into her baby voice. Cassie sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

“Alright,” she said.

“Yay!” her friend cheered on the other end. Cassie rubbed on her ear.

“You’re too loud,” she muttered. “Where is this party now?”

“Tyler’s house,” Angela said. “Do you know where the community pool is?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re right across from there.”

“Okay. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” Cassie hung up and looked down at her clothes. After she changed into a tank top and capris, she headed out the door.

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Cassie rubbed her forehead. She partied until seven in the morning. The girl usually would be just getting up at this time. Cassie leaned back in her seat with a throbbing headache. She had never drunk so much in her life. One cup. Two. Three. Pretty soon, she was doing a keg stand. Cassie didn’t seem to know how to find the door to leave. Angela had to hold back her hair as she threw up in the toilet.

Cassie in present time shook her head. All she wanted now was to go home and sleep. Question was could she even walk straight.

The party girl rubbed her forehead and sighed as the bus pulled to a stop at her station. Cassie pulled herself to her feet and stood up. The earth felt like it was spinning as she stepped backwards.

“Whoa,” she mumbled.

“Are you okay, miss?” an old lady on the seat across from her asked. Cassie waved her off with her hand to her forehead.

“Yeah,” she said. “I’m fine.” Her wobbling convinced the old lady otherwise.

“Need help?” she asked.

“I’m good,” the girl said. Cassie stumbled off the bus. She waved at the bus driver as she about tripped over the stairs. Amazingly, the girl was able to stand as the bus pulled away.

Sadly, that was the easy part.

Cassie looked down the street of her neighborhood. “When did they street get so long?” Sober, in would take ten minutes to get home. Hangover and still slightly high…

The party girl struggled to stand up straight. Between the vodka, jelly shots, and beer, Cassie helped herself to some pills. She didn’t look at what kind they were. She and Angela just grabbed them and took them. Probably a bad idea in hindsight given that everything was still spinning.

“Oh damn,” Cassie muttered. She probably didn’t have her phone on her either. Still, she kept moving. The birds singing in the sky sounded so distant. Big, bright daises exploded in the girl’s eyes. Good thing that she lived alone. Cassie doubted that she would be handle her mother seeing her all missed up like this. The girl didn’t even want to see what she looked like when she got home.

Step. Step. Step. Step.

It didn’t look like many people were out on this Saturday morning. Then again, they all probably looked like blurry shadows to Cassie through the spinning daises. Speaking of which, she tried to swat them away.

“Stop it!” she complained. “Go away! Go away!” Cassie whirled around, swatting away little daises in her head and fell on the sidewalk on her butt. She frowned and whimpered.

“Damn it!” the party girl shouted. It took about ten minutes to get back on her feet again and start walking. The pounding in her head had only gotten worse since she woke up back at the party. It probably would’ve been better if she slept it off back at Tyler’s house. But something inside of her wouldn’t hear of it.

“I just want to go home,” she whimpered on her walk. By now, Cassie was ready to skip the bed and just wanted to lay back down somewhere, anywhere. Angela would know what to do in this situation. Too bad her friend wouldn’t know that she was on her way home now or be able to her call. Maybe, Angela had both of their phones on her right now.

Just a little bit further… maybe…

Why did these houses all look the same? Right now, Cassie couldn’t even remember where she lived. Any lawn would do at this point. Something in her legs wouldn’t stop her from moving even though she couldn’t stand up straight. Only one thought stayed in her head.

I have to get home. I have to get home.

Luckily for her, Cassie was almost there. Just little bit more. When she turned her head to the right, there it was. She could hear her house singing out to her. A crooked smile spread as her face. Against common sense in her situation, Cassie began to run and…

Boom!

She went face down in the grass and dozed off, snoring.

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Inside the house, an old lady happened to look out the window and saw Cassie passed out face down on her lawn. She walked closer as she tilted her head.

“What the heck?” she asked. “Dear! We’ve got another one passed out on our lawn!”

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