Whodunnit/Park/Alone/Party/Drink
The liquid in the cup is slightly reddish. You bring your nose closer and take a sniff. Hmm, this isn't any drink you've had before. You look around suspiciously at the crowd of boys.
"Ah, don't worry, it's just grape juice." One of the boys fills a cup with the same liquid and then chugs it down. After it's finished, he looks back at you and says, "See, nothing to worry about." A couple boys chuckle, and add "Yeah, grape juice... just normal grape juice."
You have a feeling they are hiding something from you, but you do like grape-flavored koolaid, so you put the cup to your lips and take a sip. Ewww! That does not taste like grape juice. After seeing your reaction, another boy chimes in, "It's 'adult' grape juice." The boys keep cheering you on to drink more, so you take a swallow this time.
It burns! The liquid isn't hot at all, but your throat feels like it's on fire! Involuntarily, you start coughing, trying to clear your throat of that unpleasant feeling. Several guys are laughing now, apparently enjoying your reaction.
"I don't like this. It tastes bad." You try to push the cup away, but the boys won't let you. "At least finish what you have." "Come on, you can do it." "It just takes a little to get used to." Tears are beginning to form in your eyes as you stare at the pink liquid still filling most of your cup.
"Guys, let her off." You look up to see the grill person, coming toward you. "She obviously doesn't want to drink it." Finally the guys back down. "Sorry, Angela. We didn't mean anything bad." The boys apologize to you, and one of them reaches for your cup to take it away. "Yeah, I guess you're still too young to enjoy this. Adult drinks will just have to wait until you're older, I suppose."
You freeze. Those are the magic words every child knows and hates. 'Too young' and 'Wait til you're older.' Without a moment's hesitation, you pull the drink back to your mouth and down it as fast as you can. Uggh! It tastes terrible. But soon enough your cup is empty, and you look up to find the whole crowd cheering.
The guys slap you on the back, congratulating you while you busy yourself trying to get rid of that horrible taste. Your throat is still burning too, so you look around for something that could quench your thirst. One of the guys notices your distress, so he says, "Ah, she needs another drink." You nod gratefully, and hold out your cup. One of the guys grabs a bottle, and quickly fills it to the brim.
Your heart falls when you see the familiar liquid once again before you. You look around helplessly, but the guys are all cheering again, this time chanting, "Chug! Chug! Chug!" Resigning to your fate, you once again put the cup to your mouth and gulp down the foul liquid.
You are feeling a little dizzy now. The room seems to be spinning as you look around it. Before you lose your balance, a few guys stretch their hands and catch you. They help sit you down on the picnic table's bench, keeping you steady. You smile gratefully to them. Ah, your cup has been refilled again. Well, whatever. You take a few swigs before finally chugging the rest down.
More hands have wrapped around you, keeping you from falling over. They feel nice on your skin, especially that one between your legs. You hear voices, but they seem to be really far away. Then you hear a whisper in your ear. "You look hot in all those clothes. How would like to take them off?" Ah, yea, that was a good idea. It really was hot today. You'll just take a few things off for awhile so you can cool down. You nod your agreement, and try to pull your shirt up.
The shirt stubbornly refuses to budge, but then you feel hands helping you again, and it suddenly flies off your chest. Some more hands are holding you while they wrestle your skirt off. Soon you are down to your panties. Ah, this feels much better. The cool breeze feels refreshing against your bare skin. Several hands are still holding you, and a lot seem to be concentrating on your chest area. The hand that was between your legs suddenly dives beneath your underwear. You give a little gasp as you feel it rubbing against your privates.
Another whisper tickles your ear. "You feel pretty wet here. You should probably take off your panties so they won't get dirty." That's true. Mommy wouldn't be happy if you got your clothes dirty. You nod again, and then feel your panties being pulled down. You pick up your legs, so the hands can slip your underwear free. Soon you are completely naked, so the nice hands come back and cover your privates.
Your memory kind of fades out after this. You kind of remember being hugged by a lot of people. In fact, sometimes they hugged you so tight that you couldn't breathe. You also remember there being a lot of hot dogs, but every time you tried to eat one, it would squirt mayonnaise at you. The hands that had helped hold you up, would often rub all over your tiny body, giving you a nice massage. You don't even know what time it was any more. Mommy would probably be worried if you don't get home soon.
By the time you come to your senses, you find yourself sitting on your front porch, with no clue of how you got there. Your backpack is next to you, but you can feel your head pounding. You wobble as you stand up, and quickly head to the front door. You find your key still hidden in your backpack, and insert it into the lock. How odd! It seems it's already unlocked. Oh well, you really want to go to your room and lie down, so you open the door and head inside.
"Angie! Thank goodness you're back! Where have you been?!" Peter meets you at the door as soon as you enter. "Willy and Ana have been worried sick about you!" His voice is so loud. You grimace and hold your head. "Ah, sorry about that. Are you not feeling well?" Peter looks worried as he peers into your face. "Let's get you upstairs and into bed." You nod gratefully, and allow Peter to help you to your room. He helps you change into your pajamas, and then tucks you snuggly into bed. For some reason, you were exhausted, so you spent the rest of the day there, even sleeping through dinnertime.
The next morning Mommy stayed home from work to take care of you. She gave you children's aspirin and took your temperature. You didn't seem to be sick, but you were still instructed to stay in bed for most of the day. It was very boring, but at least Willy and Ana spent time keeping you company. They even apologized for making you go home alone. As the day went by, you felt better and better, and by the time suppertime rolled around, you insisted on coming out of your room. Mommy took your temperature again, and after not finding anything wrong, she permitted you to move around.
Eventually, it was decided that you must have caught a twenty-four hour bug, so on Sunday you were permitted to go play with everyone else. You felt like you'd been cheated out of your weekend though. Why couldn't you have gotten sick during the week instead? In any case, a day later you were back in school as if nothing had happened.