Sweet Sixteen

A teen partakes in a neighbor's coming of age celebration as it unravels into chaos. 

   David wasn’t going anywhere. He was still pinned under a mass of sweaty bodies. I knew I’d get my head bashed and bloodied if I joined in. My slender and tense body leaned against the kitchen table while clutching punch and pastries. I slipped and tumbled, and knocked over Lenore’s sweet sixteen frosted cake. And unfortunately, I landed on top of the creamy frosting. I began removing green and white icing from the seat of my new bell bottoms and hoped no one noticed.