It was always a tradition for my family to host a party on Christmas eve. My family was very festive, so the house was all decorated and the food was all set. And it wasn’t bland casseroles, it was good food.

This year, my mom invited my boyfriend’s, Max’s family. My parents had always loved him, since he was a good student and a good influence.

He was 6’1, black curly hair, acne, glasses, braces, and tan skin. Not to mention, he was lean but had a lot of muscle. He was a football player and was popular in school.

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A ring on the doorbell came. I opened the door to see that his family was here. I greeted them, smiling.

“Hey, everyone. It’s good to see you all. Come in, come in.”