I sprayed another coat of hairspray into my blonde hair, while using a curling iron at the same time. After I finished my hair and makeup, I took my dress off of a silver rod in my closet. It was a vibrant turquiose, was strapless, had a tulle skirt, and the top portion was bedazzled with sequins. I slipped on a pair of heels, and was out the door in a matter of mere seconds. My mother and father were standing in front of the house, with huge grins plastered on their faces. My father placed a small plastic bejewelled tiara on my head, and handed me a bouquet of brightly coloured roses. He smiled at me and kissed my forehead I blushed as I turned to my mother, who I noticed had tears in her eyes. I suddenly felt a huge pang of guilt pierced through me.
"Aw, mom...don't be sad." I put my roses down on the steps and gave her a tight hug.
"I know, I know. It just seems like yesterday when we were celebrating your seventh birthday party." She wiped her eyes, leaving a huge thick line of mascara stretching from her cornea to her hairline. I smiled back at her, and decided not to tell her about her cosmetic mishap. She sighed and placed a beautiful silk sash around my shoulders. I noticed it had "Sweet Sixteen" printed on it. After squinting at it for a while, I noticed it wasn't printed on, but embroidered. I suddenly got the clue that my mother made this gorgeous sash and payed for everything, just so I could have a good party. I suddenly was overcome with one toon and a tear rolled down my cheek. I guess my mother not iced, because she hugged me, again, and handed me my bouquet.
"Have the night of your life." I nodded and contained my tears as I stepped into the limousine.
YOU ARE READING
Party Crasher
Teen FictionA mysterious figure, a gun, and Kirsten. Kirsten, now 16, is celebrating her Sweet Sixteen party at an extremely well known nightclub. The hell on earth that soon follows, is all because of an uninvited guest.
