Fire on Sunset! We were in gym playing volleyball

Fire on Sunset! We were in gym playing volleyball as we smelled and tasted the scent of something burning. In minutes, an announcement was made saying, "Please teachers keep all
of the fire extinguishers safely locked away! We don't want these kids getting hold of them. Do not let anyone out of the gym!" My classmates and I looked to each other with fear
less eyes and said, "Oh yeah! Time to party!" Me and Stu's dreams had come true. They'd locked all of us in the Gymnasium-and we had a ton of weed on us, plus Doritos.
Not the ideal party choice, but we made the best of it and got high without the police ever finding out. That was the most amazing thing of all. Our parents didn't know either.
Then we started losing all of our friends that had been at the party with us. Not just them either. Really, anybody that had been at the party started disappearing. Only we remembe
red that our memories were fallible. Were all those people really at the party? Had there really been a party? Did those people ever actually exist? Perhaps these false memories
had been implanted there by my evil second cousin Larry. He was a real piece of work, that guy. He made me dream I got a rifle for Christmas but all I really got was a lump of coal
which may sound like a crummy gift, but burning it helped me keep Grandma warm during her last moments on this Earth. In her will, she left Larry her house and car, and left me
her vinyl records and her Mrs. Potato Head collection, which meant the world to me. I set up a little shrine for Grandma and my dead Aunt Louise, and put on a record I knew they'd
love: the 1956 release titled "Lappish Joik Songs from Northern Norway". What better way to pay tribute to the memory of my dead, record-loving, Norwegian family members?

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