Don't forget me

Chapter 2- Sophie

"Soph! You have to see this video, it's so funny," yelled my friend Sarah who was sitting next to me in the cafeteria at school.

"You know you don't have to yell when you're right next to me, right?" I responded, holding my ears.

"Yes I do, you can't hear anything in here."

I rolled my eyes at her for an answer.

"Sophie? Are you listening?" Asked Claire, who I was in the middle of a conversation with before Sarah interrupted.

I turned to her, "Oh yeah, sorry. What were you saying?"

"My party is tomorrow and you still haven't said whether or not you're coming," she whined.

"It's a given I was going to go, end of year party plus being neighbors. It's obliged."

"Good. There's no party without the one and only Sophie Foster," she said, laughing.

"That was one time, months ago. And I didn't think there would be alcohol in the non-alcoholic drink,"

"Oh sweetie, it's a given at a high school party."

"Yeah, I'm never gonna live that down," I said, shaking my head in shame stabbing my salad with my fork.

"I still get flashbacks every time I see a pool table," laughed out Natalie, who was sitting next to Sarah.

I looked her dead in the eye and laughed, "I still start to dry heave every time I see a pool table."

Claire sighed as she leaned her head onto my shoulder, "This is why I love you guys. Also," she said jumping up to look straight at me. "I heard a special someone is going to be there tonight."

There was a chorus of "ooo's" as I rolled my eyes.

"I don't like Dakota and I've made that pretty clear."

"Yeah, come on Claire, she's still in love with Cinderella," said Sarah.

That's when I started to blush. Because it was true. I wasn't in love with him, I'd met him once. But I still blush every time I think of that party.

It was a Wednesday afternoon and I was home alone watching Christmas movies, trying to get myself excited for Sunday morning when I heard a knock on the door.

"No sane person would be driving around the town in this weather with all the ice," I said to myself before opening the door to find my next-door neighbor, Mr Forkle standing there, all bundled up with a card in his hand.

"Good afternoon, Sophie," he said when I opened the door.

Mr. Forkle wasn't my favorite neighbor, but he's saved my life twice. Once when I was five and almost died on the driveway and another time when I was twelve and tripped and fell on the sidewalk when I was "running away from home" because I was upset with my parents. So I guess I kind of owe it to be nice to him.

"Hi, Mr. Forkle," I said while putting on the hood of my sweatshirt because of how cold it was.

"I am hosting a holiday party on Friday and was wondering if you and your family would like to come. It's formal and is being held place in the Grande Hotel, as you can see on the card," he said while handing me the card.

"Wow this is fancy," I said while reading it. "Are you sure there's no occasion?"

"No occasion. Growing up my family held parties like these during the holidays and I've just recently started missing them."