“Ow! Watch it!” Whispered Kurt as he struggled to keep his right shoe on.
“Sorry. I can’t see anything.” Jake apologized, after stepping on Kurt’s heel. Thirty seconds earlier he had nearly gone face first after stubbing his fat skater shoes on a root. They had been wandering in the woods for an hour, having lost the trail immediately after sunset.
“You said you knew where it was,” accused Jake.
“I did! I do. I just didn’t expect it to be so dark. My brother said it was just off the fire road. We need to get back to that.”
“Shhh… listen! Is that music?”
“I hear it! We’re close now. Follow me and keep quiet!” Thank God, Kurt thought. He was getting worried they’d never find the party. The moment he overheard his older brother talking about it with his friends, he started scheming. He and Jake were the only two kids in the whole sixth grade that had never been to real party. His plan was to sneak in through the woods and quietly blend in with the crowd. He saw lights up ahead and knew this was about to be the best night of his young life.
Twenty paces later, Kurt came to an abrupt stop as the woods ended at the edge of a stream. On the other side, in a small clearing, he saw a campfire with two dozen high-schoolers milling around, holding beers. His brother was standing really close to a pretty girl. It looked like they were about to kiss. Gross.
Jake stared at the trail, trying not to trip. He ran into Kurt, and they both tumbled into the stream with a big splash.
Fifteen minutes later, driving the wet boys home, Kurt’s brother thought “This is the worst party ever!”
This is a flash piece I wrote for the prompt: This is the worst party ever!
I’ve yet to win, but I’m having a lot of fun with these flash pieces so expect to see more in the future.