Halloween Horror Nights-Personal Narrative

On a random Sunday afternoon, waking suddenly to the sound this heavy pounding, sounding like an elephant stampede coming closer and closer. Knowing who will be charging in my room, I brace myself for her intrusion. Amanda, my older sister, swiftly opens the door, not even knocking. Moving quickly, as she plops down on my bed. Her feet dangling over the bed, being too short to have her feet touch the ground. A devilish grin forms across her face, instantly I know she wants something. Giving her a blank stare, I sit noticing her hair is all over the place, like bad sex hair.
“What do you want?” I ask in a stern voice
“Well I was wondering if you wanted to go to Halloween Horror Nights with me and the girls tonight?”
“Ugh Amanda, first off I don’t have the money. Secondly I have class tomorrow,” I say utterly annoyed.
“I mean you’re
Kylie decided to be the slutty teacher, wearing her tank top and yoga pants three sizes too small for her. Proceeding to push her big boobs out of her tank top. Basically screaming, “Come and get them boys.”
While Jen sits proudly in her teacher attire of an oversized striped shirt, bermuda shorts, and croc flip-flops. Jen is a little bit over weight, though she likes to hide her curves, not flaunts them.
Walking to our family suite, I feel like this trip might me a dud. I really didn’t want to hear them complain about work all night. Walking through the door, all three of their demeanors shift. Hearing a sudden pop from the champagne bottle opening, and them screaming, “Let the festivities begin.”
Laughing hysterically as Jen dances around the room, singing 80’s songs in sync with her mini speakers. Prancing around the room, looking like a dying robot, she sings loudly “If you could feel my heartbeat now, it would hit you like a sledgehammer, sledge-sledgehammer.” Witnessing this horribly hilarious dancing I realize tonight won’t be so