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Lucy's Pov

"Your going to Daisy's sweet sixteen, right?" Brenda asks, lifting salad up to her mouth. Daisy had invited me but I don't socialize much with people who aren't in my group of friends. It's not that I'm snobby or anything, I'm just self-contained.

"Um no, don't think so." I quietly admit, earning a glare from Brenda and Daisy herself. They don't approve of the way I keep myself away from all the fun and interaction. I don't like it either but I'm comfortable this way, I don't want to step out of my comfort zone just yet.

"Why? It's going to be lit." Daisy pouts, tossing her crumbled napkin toward me as a sign of her disapproval.

An all to familiar shriek of mock laughter is heard approaching our table. "Remember, girls. Lucy and big crowds surrounded by loud music don't go hand in hand." Julie sneers, placing herself on the opposite side of me. My group has a like/hate sort of feeling regarding Jules (Julie); she could be the nicest person you've ever encountered with or the meanest.

Like usual, I maintain my mouth shut. Yeah, I'm a wimp who doesn't defend herself. What're you gonna do?

Brenda rolls her eyes, focusing her attention back on me. "You won't be alone, we'll all be there with you. Say you'll go. The group won't feel complete without you." She smiles sweetly to which I return a smile that matches hers.

"Fine." I mutter, "I'll try." Brenda shrieks, smiling like an innocent fool. Julie scrunches up her makeup covered face, "You really don't have to show up, we all know how much you don't like being in crowds."

"God, Jules. Can you be any more bitchy?" Brenda defends me as I keep quiet. It's no secret that Jules doesn't really like me like she likes the rest of the girls in our circle of friends.

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I get in the car with my mom, "How was school?" I have my own car, I have my license too but due to school regulations, I can't drive on campus property. Which is why my mom drives me back and forth.

"Fine." I repeat my regular, one word answer to which my mom sighs. I can tell she's itching to ask me why I'm self-contained, I'd give her an answer if I had a real reason. All my reasons seem to be pathetic.

Maybe I'm crazy?

I rush to my bedroom, plug in my headphones, connect them to my phone and put music on to begin my homework. I'm the kind of student who does her homework as soon as she gets home if not sooner.

It isn't much to complete anyway so I finished it within twenty minutes. There's a soft knock on my bedroom door before it opens widely. "Honey, the food is ready. Are you coming?" My mom asks me, hoping I'd accept but to her disappointment, I deny.

"You need to eat, we've had this conversation before. It isn't healthy for you to be skipping meals. You don't have a choice anymore, let's go, get up." She holds the door open until I follow her and take a seat at the table beside her. I didn't really like being bossed around by her when it comes to food but like rapunzel's mother says in Tangled: mother knows best.

I debate whether I should ask my mom about Daisy's party, my parents are strict. Well, just my dad. My mom is more loose. I still need to ask though.

"You have my permission but," She swallows some water, "You need to ask your father." I knew she would make me ask him, she always does, regardless, I nod in understanding.

Deep down, I know dad won't let me go to Daisy's party but it's worth a shot.

I guess.

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I know I need to ask dad for permission, he's been home from work for two hours now but he arrived in a terrible mood. I know better than to bug him much less ask him for something.

I'll just ask him tomorrow morning before he leaves for work, I decide.

Closing the door to my room, I twist the lock to secure myself. No one knows why I lock myself in but I do and I'd prefer to keep it that way for a long time.