Ch5: Drunken Fall

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November 20th, 2017
Emily's POV

Ezra and I haven't spoken since that night at the diner, and it's been causing a lot of tension between us at school. Even if we were mostly five feet away. Sarah hasn't noticed yet but I could feel her stare on me once and awhile as if she knew exactly what was going on. So, when I received a letter from her in my mailbox, I freaked out.

It's been laying on my desk since, and I haven't touched it yet

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It's been laying on my desk since, and I haven't touched it yet. I didn't know why she invited me to her party as if we weren't going against each other these past few years and I suspected something behind this kind gesture. Sarah isn't the type to call a truce, she isn't the type to apologize to anyone even if it is her fault. She's the type to hold a grudge against someone even if the problem was so insignificant that it feels childish to hold such resentment. I still don't comprehend how someone can be so petty, maybe that's why I called it quits with that type of friendship.

I've been pacing back and forth, nervousness and anxiety building up inside of me along with doubt. Why is she inviting me? Is she planning to do something and hiding it behind this letter? I didn't want it to be a trap, I genuinely wanted to believe she changed and she's willing to set everything aside for that friendship we lost over a stupid drama, but as much as I wanted to believe that, it wasn't too long ago when she restarted the problems again.

I grabbed the envelope from the desk, tracing my fingers over the engraved letters, feeling the texture of the envelope underneath my skin as I hesitate to open it.

What's the worst that could happen? I rip the envelope open and grabbed the squared card out.

What's the worst that could happen? I rip the envelope open and grabbed the squared card out

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"Maybe I should go..." I told myself, my eyes scanning the card once again.

"Go where?" My older brother Samuel, leaned on the door frame as he smirked at me, wondering what was I hiding so he could snitch on mom like he always does. Even though he's 23 years old, he still acts like he's 17 again, and sometimes I wonder if he even graduated from college.

It wasn't too long ago he moved back home after 5 years of college, studying engineering, yet it still feels like he's distant from us. He's spending less time with us, and when he does, he's always on his phone talking to clients. I knew that engineering job was important for him, a dream he wanted to achieve which he got a while ago, and I was happy for him, but he's been busy for far too long now.

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