I hate Missy Shapiro

Chapter 3

That night could have possibly been the worst night of my life. Well apart from the terrifying dream that consisted of my mother dying, which was pretty recent.
So the night was supposed to be a fun night. My sister, Gretchen, was having her 9th birthday party at BounceU. And since she invited her super annoying school friends, I was granted permission to invite some of mine. I invited Carissa and of course, Missy. So I was excited and happy.
Suddenly my phone buzzed, and to my surprise, it was a message from Missy.
I need to sleep over your house tonight.
What? Is this a joke?
No, my parents are going to a party tonight, and it's until really late.
Okay, I guess I can ask my mom.
Thanks a lot!
Okay you can come!
Cool! See you then.
I was even more excited. I was going to a freakin bouncy party, and having a sleepover with my best friend! How could anything be any better?
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We walked out of the front doors of BounceU, mom hauling a cart of presents, dad starting the car, Gretchen skipping along, Carissa, Missy and I starting something. Something that wasn't going to end well.
For the last half hour, Carissa and Missy were laughing at me. Not for the reason you'd think. Last summer, I stupidly DM'ed all of my followers on Instagram an embarrassing video of me singing in a high pitched voice and dancing with my widened eyes and long ass hair. Yeah I've cut my hair to a bit beyond my shoulders. But anyways, I thought it would roll over. No. People saved it to their camera rolls and have been taunting me ever since. But not my best friends. Until now. As social as she was though, Missy didn't have an Instagram. But Carissa did. And now they were watching it together, laughing and mocking me, and me staring out the car window wanting to throw up the soda, pizza, and cake that was once sitting on the party table.