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739 Hillside Street, South Hill Oregon. That was the address to the two floor house that I lived in for practically my entire life. The neighborhood was exactly what you'd expect from a small town in the middle of nowhere - it was quiet, peaceful and ever so conservative. Not that I'm complaining about it; I loved my home, family and friends. But that's the way the neighborhood is and saying that it was any other way would be downright lying and misleading.
The entire neighborhood, my parents included, was comprised of strict and religious folks. Allow me to put let me put things into perspective - my family and I attended sermons every Sunday for the past eighteen years (that is, literally as far back as I can remember), not only because they wanted to 'keep the family together', but also out of the fear of sour looks if we happened to not go. My mom and dad passed on their religious beliefs to me, alongside with their own values (such as waiting for marriage, not doing drugs, etc) and made damn sure that I followed them to the letter. Anyway, I just figured that I'd give you some background to the world around me. It'd probably help explain how I ended up here.
As for me, well...let me introduce myself. Hi, I'm Amy West. I'm your run of the mill, eighteen year old high school senior. I was a bit of an overachiever; captain of the volleyball team, captain of the chess team and a straight A student. I was straight edge and never drank, smoked or heaven forbid took any illegal substances...which is more than I can say for most of my fellow students. Yes, it's true - the quaint, peaceful nature of our town turned some decent people into doing some pretty stupid things. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't perfect (as much as I'd like to be). My guilty pleasure? Hanging out with one rebel in particular. Her name was Mindy Westminster and she has been my best friend since kindergarten.
Appearance-wise, she's blonde and short, at least compared to my height (I stand around 5'9", which is above average height for a young woman I guess). Personality-wise, well..my parents often warned me of her so-called jealousy. They were never clear on what exactly she was jealous of (don't get me wrong, it's not as if I believed them). More often than not, I'm sure that it was Mindy's outspoken and rash personality, that began more or less when she was fourteen years old, that ticked them off. Even so, we still hung out but I convinced my friend to tone it down a notch when my folks were around. When they weren't and when we hung out alone at my place, it's there where Mindy tried to get me more 'out there'. We'd often take pictures though I never had a clue on what Mindy did with them - I didn't even have a Facebook!
"Come on Amy! Let your big titties into the shot. Now look at the camera? Perfect, now say cheese!"
Yeah okay, I forgot to mention that Mindy would often put my breasts into focus. No no, not in that way - she would just bring them up in conversation and go on about how she wished that she wore 38DDD cup bras like I did. Apparently that would take me far in life. Not my good grades, extra curricular or anything like that. No, it'd be my breasts. Yeah, it made me a little bitter from time to time but I always forgave my bestie. After all, turn the other cheek and all that good stuff.
Anyway, where was I? Right, so one day it came under my attention that my parents were going away for three weeks - which left me free just in time for spring break. I wasn't too crazy about that, seeing as I never saw the appeal to 'partying' or anything involving large social fathering - but Mindy sure did and by God, it seemed as if I announce him holy miracle when I let her know about both my mom and dad going away for a while.
"Are you serious?! No, for real! Really?! Jesus fucking Christ, Amy do you know what this means?"
"No...?"
"Girl, this means that we're going to party during spring break!"
Those were exact words before she came up with a thousand ideas at the same time. She didn't really stick with anything, until she showed me some Facebook ad for a big beach party down in Los Angeles. Yes, all the way in California. Geography aside, Mindy was pumped and ready to go the second my parents' plane left and she surprised me when she arrived in front of my place in her dad's 1984 Malibu. She grinned as if she just had won the lottery right before telling me "Amy, pack up your things. We're going to LA."
