“Oh, you’re home Fugs,” he exclaimed. Fugs is a name that started and stuck with me all through high school. I had hoped and believed it was sho...t for my name; Francis Uglow. It was a horrible Irish name, so really, any nick name was welcomed. It was only when I was into my second senior year, that I learned it was actually short for fucking ugly, given to me by those sluty, stuck up bitches who thought they were better than anyone else; a.k.a the popular group. “I wish you would quit with. Trusting her, I took it dry as Brenda watched with a mischievouslook of satisfaction on her face. "Now, let's go take a walk!" Since itwas still warm outside, I pulled off my sleeveless T-shirt and prepared togo with just my shorts on. Brenda stopped me and said, "Um...I think itwould be better if you wore a shirt." "How come?," I asked. "Um, 'causeyou never if it might get cold while we're out there," she said, and thenadded under her breath with a giggle, "And you might come back. I panicked. Shuffling around the floor I grabbed as much as I could find but the screen had broken. I needed my phone! Sam couldn’t call me without it and her number was on it. I couldn’t call her either! I couldn’t believe it, how could this happen? I looked around frantically. Where was the payphone? There it is! I turned too quickly as I ran towards the post that contained the three public phones and my steel tipped heels slipped from under me on the smooth tiles. I heard, as much as felt,. Some friends of mine invited us to their party! Wear a costume and meet me there! Trust me; you’ll be glad you did!” Vince grinned and pocketed his cell, checking the time again and realizing his shift was over. He almost ran out of the pizza place, anxious to find out what his beautiful wife had planned. Unlike her, his costume had been planned out days in advance, and waited for him in his car. Still, he was going mad without her. Erin decided to visit a couple of old friends before going.