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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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...