It was a Wild Party

    We could feel the vibrations of the music's bass booming half a mile down the block. That was where I had to park. Cars stretched out as far as the eye could see on both sides of the street. As I got closer to the house, the pounding became more intense.
     When I finally got to the house, I could actually see it bouncing up and down like it was having a good time dancing to the music from within. I opened the door, and bam! The sound hit me like a smack in the face. Music was blaring louder than a building being demolished. Kids were screaming jumbled things like, "Yo, wuz up!" and other undistinguishable phrases.
     "Its loud in here," I said to myself, but I couldnt hear my own voice.
     There was people everywhere, and it was hard to walk. I felt packed in a can of sardines. Everyone was acting crazy. They were mosh-pitting, sliding down the banister, drenching each other with water from the spritzer on the sink, and one kid was swinging on the chandelier in his underwear. I decided I didn't belong at this party, so I pushed through the plethera of people to the door, and left.
     "What an interesting experience," I said to myself as I walked away from the shaking, booming house.

The End