Noah

Bethany Jones’ house looked like the before-shot of a natural disaster.

Not a party.

Not a hangout.

A full-scale teenage riot with music.

Cars lined both sides of the street — crooked, illegal, and definitely blocking mailboxes.

The cul-de-sac was littered with confetti someone must’ve brought “ironically,” but now it clung to everyone’s shoes.

A group of freshmen were taking selfies on top of someone’s BMW like it belonged to the community.

“Bro,” ...