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I look down at my outfit and think again

about what I'm wearing. I look at my

decorations and see stuffed animals around

the room. Would they like it? I don't know

what they like.'Maybe if I knew all of them

well I wouldn't have been in this trap that

holds me.' What I mean by that is that I

would know them and then know what they

like and then they would come . I get up and

aline a couple chairs in a circle placing one

stuffed animal on each one. I go back up

stairs and change into a different outfit.

I put on some creative clown make up

and go back down stairs. I look around and

wish people were here.'Maybe if I casted

out a spell' and make people be here. I

grab a bag of balloons and begin blowing

them up making a dog out of it. I show it

to the stuffed animals and see that they have

no reaction. I go back up stairs taking of

all the make up and changing back into my

right outfit. I go back down stairs and show

them one more time. Seeing that they have

no reaction I bite the balloon popping it. I

grab scissors from the counter and begin

cutting up the stuffed animals, taking out the

stuffing. I feel tears in my eyes and then feel

them flowing down my face. 'It's my party

and I'll cry if I want to'.

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