I wake up the next morning and put on
my outfit of a black skater skirt and a blue
pastel crop top. I add on my old school socks
and a pair of black vans. I walk downstairs
and begin getting out bowls for the chips and
snacks. I start to decorate and by the time
I know it's already 5:30. I do a couple more
touches and wait on the couch for people to
arrive. I look at the clock and see that it's
already 6:08. Any minute now they should be
here. Some time passes and I look at the clock
again seeing that it's already 6:27. What could
have happened? Did they get lost looking
for my house? 'Did my invitations
disappear?' I'm sure they couldn't have.
I wait a little longer and look at the
clock, 6:43. They couldn't be this late so 'tell
me why the hell no one is here' . I put on a
party hat that was on the table and sit
patiently. 'Maybe it's a cruel joke on me' like
they're going to surprise me but you know
'whatever, whatever'. I then start
playing with a balloon but then get up and
go up stairs back to my room. I play the
record player and begin dancing around
to one of my songs, just to pass the time.
I walk back down stars and sit on the couch
again. I pick up the phone a and call one
of the people I invited and get no answer.
Such a great start to such a great party.
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Pity Party
Short StoryIt's my party and I'll cry if I want to I'll cry until the candles burn down this place I'll cry until my pity party's in flames ------------------------------------------------------- In which a girl invites the guy she likes and everyone in her gr...