The house was, as Jake put it, "sweet". A three-story mammoth by the beach and the lake, it seemed nature its self conspired to give this house a perfect lot. Inside, it only got better--a massive screening room for movies, three hot-tubs, countless guest bedrooms, secret cellars, a miniture recording studio, a large library, and a fully-staffed kitchen.

And in the dying days of August, as the summer heat began to roll back towards the depths of winter, it was to be home of the last great hurrah of the class of '05. This was it, the party to sum up four years of high school. This is where old friends would say goodbye, where new secrets would be revealed, where old business and dreams and desires would be resolved or left open for all time.

Everyone would be there--Jake and the preppies, Hunter and the goths, David and the jocks (along with Amy and the jock's girlfriends), Julie and the nerds, Kevin and the stoners, and everyone else under the sun who wanted cheap beer and good memories.

Jake stood on the porch and cracked open the front doors as he saw two cars pulling into the driveways. He smiled. It was 8:00 P.M. and the night hadn't even begun.