Dancing on Eggshells

This is the part when Mrs Waldorf invites us for coffee

We found Violet's house a good forty minutes after I left you. I don't understand how, but Violet's parents weren't waiting downstairs or whatsoever when we got to the house.
They were simply asleep.
You would think that Violet's mom would be waiting in the living room with a sharp whip in her hand for hours whilst waiting for her return.
Oh wait-sorry, I saw that in a movie. I sometimes forget I'm still stuck in this stupid dimension called reality.
We got to bed at about four AM, barely getting two more hours of sleep. We slept at the party though, so we weren't too sleep deprived.
We left the house at 7:00 and caught a bus to Jamaica Plains. We were all hungover, you could see it in our eyes.  Violet was back to normal, but  couldn't remember anything from last night. Absolutely nothing. Violet had literally experienced a complete blackout.
"Coconut Oil? I said my name was Coconut Oil"?! She asked as I told her the entire story on the bus- the parts I could actually remember properly and without too much of a blur attached to the moment.
"You were very fond of it, you seemed to think it was a genius idea!" Winona said.
Violet sighed.
"Can we please make a commitment to never drink again"? Violet pleaded.
"Violet, you didn't actually drink". I corrected.
"Well drink anything or eat anything at any damn party ever again!"
"Agreed". Winona and I said in unison.
"But wait", I quickly said, "what if you're abducted and your abductor forces you to drink and if you don't, he'll kill you"?
"That is the most idiotic theory I have ever heard in my entire life". Winona said.
"I think it's a good explanation". Violet argued.
"You were the one that wanted us never to drink again!"
Violet groaned.
"I'm confused". Is all I could say.
"You're always confused". Winona said.
I gasped.
"That reminds me", I began, "I was looking in my journal this morning and looks like I wrote a 'drunk song' last night whilst I was at the party".
"You bought your journal to the party"? Violet said.
"I bring my diary everywhere! Now-as I was saying- I wrote a 'drunk song'-
"No". Winona said immediately,
"Come on! It's hilarious!"
"I would like to hear it!"
Thank you, Violet.
Winona sighed.
"Don't sing too loudly, or people will call McLean Hospital to fetch you". She warned.
"Is that place still open"? I asked.
"I don't know".
I started rummaging through my bag to find my journal and found my 'drunk song'. I then began singing it as quietly as possible:

There was once a boy
Named Drunkie
And he had a big head
It looked like a potato
And smelt like weed
All the kids made fun of him
And he danced when he got sad
And then he started killing people
Because it made him feel better
And then he saw a frog
And ate it
And then he realized that some frogs are poisonous
So he killed his dog
Because he kept on changing the TV channels with his butt
And then Drunkie died!

After finishing singing the song, I looked up at Winona and Violet. They looked like they had seen a notorious axe murder on the street.
"How have your parents not noticed that there is something seriously wrong with you"? Winona asked.
"Because I was drunk".
Violet laughed.
"Extremely drunk!"
Winona and I's heads immediately turned to our laughing friend.
"You're kidding, right"? I asked.
"I don't think I was that drunk".
"When the asshole cop asked us to go on the yellow line, you thought it was a damn swimming pool and started doing breast strokes!" Winona said.
I honestly didn't remember that.
Violet stayed quiet after that, we were all so embarrassed from last night.We were all wearing sunglasses to try and show we weren't hungover, how much more embarrassing can that get?

Mrs Waldorf says we can call her Celeste on weekends. Her house is beautiful, painted in a pale green and vines covering the roof. Her house has quite a classic theme to it, I love it. Celeste has a daughter and husband. Her husband's name is Nate and he's a man of an average male height ,sandy combed hair and hazel eyes like Celeste's. Her daughter's name is Alex and she's five, the same age as Winona's sister, Blair. Winona asked me when I began writing this book to mention Blair as little as possible, because apparently she is too much of a brat to deserve to be mentioned in this book or any book at all.
Despite that, Alex is adorable and well behaved.  But is shy towards my friends and I.
Celeste had made us cookies and coffee for the occasion . We sat outside and embraced the fresh air and the view of her beautiful garden which Alex was playing with some toys in.
Celeste explained to us that she found interest in us and would like to know us as friends as much as students. We told loads of stories at the lunch which I couldn't believe I enjoyed as it was spent with a teacher. But Celeste isn't a normal teacher, shes much more humane that those other robots called teachers. She seems to actually show knowledge towards things in the world that don't relate to the subject she teaches. If you don't understand what I'm saying, here is an example of another robot's actions: