At the Ohm house, playing games and having fun as normal. Someone gets hurt, Timmy, I think, and all of the sudden, John's friends start pouring onto the property from Lima Estates, the retirement home next to their house. Down the steep hill and onto the front yard, everyone is yelling, battle cries. It felt like a scene out of Braveheart, and I felt a little scared, since I knew they were all drunk. I remember thinking that it was all of the kids in John's grade plus the other kids in the school who would attend a huge party, so it must have been something like 400 people descending simultaneously. We sat in the grass and watched, accepting that fact that we were about to host an impromptu blowout party. No one questioned it; the number of people was too great, and a riot would have been incited had anyone dared to tell these high school kids to go home. Suddenly, everyone went silent, and it was a big awkward moment with a few hundred people. I said something stupid, and a few people laughed.
At some point Timmy had gotten a GIANT gash in his calf. There was a hole just below the back of his knee the size of a baseball, and he was reaching inside with a paper towel or something and sopping up the blood. I remember thinking that he must have lost alot of muscle tissue. I got hurt too, a small scratch, and Tom was asking me if I was ok, while Timmy sat there, probably bleeding out. He complained about how he was the one with a cut.
Someone set up an obstacle course, except it was all hanging from trees in the woods right next to the front porch. You basically had to make it from one end to the other, using almost entirely your upper body. There were padded pendulums and medicine balls on ropes to knock you off the course. Timmy was still completing the course despite his gnarled leg. I couldn't do it and felt ashamed.
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