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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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