Adam stared at the apple juice that Scott shoved into his hand before laughing his way into the house. Why did he honestly think anything was going to be any different just because he got detention and skipped out with the other delinquents he reluctantly had to share this day with? Did he seriously think he was suddenly going to be treated differently? 
[color=red]"Why does this shit always have to happen to me..."[/color]
Adam scowled at the juice one last time before tossing it on the ground and crushing it with his foot for good measure. He was the last one to enter the house which was probably going to earn him more backlash but whatever.
[color=red][i]Let's just get this over with...[/i][/color]
With a deep breath, he crossed the threshold to join the others. All he had to do was explore the house a bit and leave, right? He couldn't imagine the others wanting to spend more time in this house than absolutely necessary. He couldn't possibly be the only one getting the creeps from this place...
This first thing that Adam noticed was the smell. The dank musty odor assaulted his nose immediately. He couldn't help but gag and was about to make a comment but was then distracted by the clown paintings. Like most people, he hated clowns. There was just something creepy about them.... Who would even want paintings of clowns in their house anyway?