Two Truths. One Liar.

4~Disastorous Dinner

"Quick! We'll be late!" Zoe says as she comes out of her room. We all stare because she looks so beautiful and Louise comes charging up to her to give Zoe a hug! She's wearing a blood red dress which comes up to just below her knees, is slightly pouffier at the waist down and has a black bow on the side. She also had black high heels and her hair was tumbling down both of her shoulders with small parts braided into the back where they were neatly tied into a bun. As for her makeup, red lipstick to mach her dress, smokey eyes, which Tanya had obviously done for her, with eyeliner and black mascara. Honestly I felt quite terrible, I was wearing the best thing I could for someone who had planed to go the the beach, a pair of black skinny jeans, a pastel orange top that flowed down to just above my stomach and some black ankle high converses. I did put my untamable thick hair in a high ponytail but it looked really loose and tangled, so I decided to leave it down instead. The only makeup I have on is light mascara, a small cat eye and some red-orange lipstick. I looked a mess, but at least I was here.

We rush down the stairs and into the grand hall where we meet Alfie, Naomi, Marcus, Jim, Tanya, Joe and Casper. They are all sitting around a massive polished gold table, on a black leather sofa.

Everyone orders their food and Me, Jaz and Abby are sitting in awe, speechless and petrified; at least I am. What if I embarrass myself and the youtubers don't want to be my friend?! What if I order the 'wrong' food and everyone thinks I'm weird?! I finally decide to order sushi (which I don't even like) and Jaz asks me to go with her to the bathroom. "Umm... Okay?!" I reply and momentarily I am being pulled along by Jaz. "You hate fish! Why did you order it?" She asks. "I want to try something new!" I reply. "Fine. But I know that these are bunch of facts which will only be true about you when pigs fly and whales are as small as mice! What's up?" She tells me. "I'm just a bit nervous but I'm fine really, don't worry" I assure her.

As we walk out of the bathroom I bump into a waiter and send spaghetti flying through the air and red wine down both our faces, clothes and all over the floor. Everything stops and everyone stares at me. The hall which was an echoing room with One Direction preforming (which Abby was much enjoying) had fallen into complete silence. I can't breathe properly and I start shaking; another panic attack is happening, great. I can't see well and everything is blurry. I run towards the door and instead trip up over a some wires, sending my face crashing to the floor as my hands fail to protect me. Tears drip off my face and onto the floor while my muffled sobbing echoes around the colossal hall. A figure approaches me and talks with a soothing tone in their voice. I can't see who it is so I scramble away, looking like a baby. Everyone except that person is laughing at me, much harder than before. They enjoy my pain!? I need to get out, like now. I pull myself up a small set of stairs and attempt to find the door handle. By this point i'm pretty much blind, and can't seem to feel anything resembling a door handle on this everlasting wall. I shuffle to the left, still feeling the wall, and my leg hits something. I try to move past it but instead hit a bigger object. Third time lucky right? I attempt to avoid further injury, but hit something with such a force that I lose balance. I wobble trying to get stable but misplace my foot onto a pedal which sends a stick with a... Potato?... on it thrashing into my leg, making me topple onto my left and into more circular objects. I then fall, attached to the group of things, off of a meter high platform. It's as if everything's in slow motion as I figure it all out. These many circular objects are drums, I climbed the steps to the stage instead of the ones to the raised door, i've replaced one direction and have become the entertainment/center of attention and to top that all off I am now falling off of a meter high stage with both my legs wedged in drums and symbols tangled in my hair. I scrunch up my eyes and nose awaiting anxiously at what is yet to come. This is going to hurt, extremely badly too.

Excruciating pain goes through my entire body as I hit the ground. I unfortunately land on a pedal connected to the symbols caught in my hair, ripping out a patch of hair. Crashing sounds boom around the hall like someone dropping 50 glasses at once. An even louder sound overcomes the drum's horrible song; my ear piercing scream of pain. This is definitely the most embarrassing and painful moment of my life. I don't even want to think about what's on social media. I think i'm the only person in the entire world who doesn't want to be a hashtag or trending on the internet. The worst part of all though is that people enjoy my pain. They like watching me suffer. No one even cares if im okay or not as long as the guests are enjoying the entertainment. I need to get out of this room cramped with ungrateful, rude, horrible monsters who call themselves humans. Throwing off the smashed drum kit, I emerge and make my way slowly to the door. I am no longer panicking or petrified, oh no, i'm enraged.

I lock myself in and sit down on my bed crying. Mascara is dripping down my face, not to mention I already look like a clown, and my normally blond hair is now dark red. How can they let people be treated like this! Then I go into self destruct mode and think about what happened, forcing myself to think it was my fault. I make myself look on Facebook,Instagram and the news, watch myself go viral as I fall off the stage repeatedly. Pictures zoomed in on my face covered in spaghetti and hair stained with wine. All the hate comments saying I ruined the celebrities experience and others laughing at my idiocy. I want the ground to swallow me up. Why do I have to ruin everything for everyone?

I hear footsteps running up the corridor, Jaz's door unlocking and then the door connecting mine and hers opening. "You can't hide forever, you know. Just like I can't wear a dress for more than a minute!" She whispers and engulfs me in a hug, I giggle a bit because her jokes always cheer me up. This is an example of the world's bestest friend, and she's all mine!