You Cant Handel This

here is the story of the wors year of my klife in mini series form. Enjoy!

In the beginning I thought it was just a bad summer but in all actuality it was a vary bad year I think the best place to start is the last day of the year before, new years eve at 12am no less.

I had been trying to reach my friend ED O’Brien all of Christmas break, but never could reach him he was out either with friends or asleep. The thing was my church had waned to start a youth group and had selected a few of the prominent youth that everybody seamed to know and seamed to be very active in the church. I had been named one of those few by the pastor himself I was beginning to become his apprentice. It was my dream to become the pastor of a church. So, I made my ambitions and myself well known in the church.

As one of the selected teens in the church, I had to work with the others in our group and the pastor to find ways of getting all the teens in the church back together. We had to plan events that would bring them out.

The first event the kick off so to call it was the New Years Eve party. I volunteered to take the food committee I was in charge of food and drinks. I had to plan the menu and get help to actually prepare it. No problem I thought I got plenty of good friends. I asked all of my good friends if they would be interested in going to the party and that if the could or wanted I needed help deciding what to serve and to cook. I got three volunteers, my best friend Neal Curly, My friend Mathias Wasser, and Edward O'Brien. I had received confirmation from all but one, and once I did it was not what needed to hear he could not make it and worst of all he had known all week. So, that was that and I went to bed.

The next morning my mother had already started on the cookie, dough and I waited for her to be done. We had a lot to make and of the two friends I had, coming only one was going to the party and the other had to help his mom latter because they were having a double party so he could not stay long. The list was long we had a cookie tray consisting of five different cookies a fruit platter, two deferent types of meatballs, tuna salad, a cake and brownies. And my mother could only help with a little bit of the stuff due to her appointment.

My friends arrived just before my mother was about to get her self-ready to go out. We had to do the long and boring part. Bake the cookies. I was baking cookies from when she left to when the party started. I have to admit doing it with my friends did make it a lot more fun. I was happy as long as we had time. Then I had to make the peanut butter cookie dough with out my mothers help. Neal and Matt just laughed but I did it.