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Chapter #4
Party Animal
by: Unknown
It was Saturday and that meant there was nothing to do, except party. Brett so loved to party. Since the college didn't have any restrictions on alchohol unless you were underage that meant he could party all he wanted. The college was probably the most open about discipline, as lon gas you did nothing illegal you could do anything. If you failed because of your activities that was your fault.
Today being Saturday meant that Brett could do whatever he wanted and know that he'd have absolutely no problems, nothing on Saturday and nothing on Sunday meant a hangover couldn't hurt. At least not his grades, his head would hurt no matter what, but he was learning to cope with that. Besides the biggest party of the year was planned to start at ten. Not in the evening, the morning. That meant an entire day of booze, food and partying to anyone's content. Brett planned on doing just that.
everything and everything you could think of at a college party was there on site just about a quarter of a mile off campus which was in the middle of the countryside.
People were driving rented fourwheelers and dirtbikes around the huge site, large enough to hold even the infamous Ozzfest. If you didn't know better you could easily mistake it for Ozzfest since there was also a large stage where some local bands would play songs throughout the day, quite a few were actually pretty good. There wre hunfreds of activities, rock-climbing, driving, and things most people would never think of. all paid for by the collected funds of the students. Brett himself had contributed.
People from all over the county would slowly filter to the party which had, with its customary yearly repetition, developed a fame all its own.
For now, however, only the college students had shown up. It was thirty minutes past when Brett arrived, driven by his designated driver Andrew. Brett couldn't fathom why but Andrew seemed to need someone to help out and serve. It was as if the guy had no personal needs. Whenever he saw him he was helping somebody. Tutoring, working in soup kitchens, cleaning up the classroom so the janitors didn't have so much trouble, he was obsessed with being nice. Another interesting thing was that the kid was loaded financially. Brett had never known anybody as rich as him.
Brett shook his head and clered his mind of thoughts as to how odd his roommate was and began to look around for what he wanted to do first......
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