The next three days rolled by in a blur. Every class was going faster than the last one. Then of course there was the rambling. The rambling about how amazing this start of the year party was going to be. And the worrying about what color the invitations should be. If I have learned anything about Cameron since I met her, it's that she is a big worrier.
When I enter through the double doors, there are no decorations or anything. "Party is out in the back." she pauses a moment, "But first you need to change," she says, eyeing my loose t shirt and jeans. I guess she has a point. "What size are you?" Cameron asks me.
"Small," I tell her instantly.
"Same. You can wear something I have." I follow her reluctantly, not knowing what to expect.
When Cameron is finished with me, I feel like a different person. I was already wearing the black and silver heels I had brought here, but that's about where the me part of what I'm wearing ends. Black slick pants, a flowing gold top, silver arm band, and silver dangly earrings. I'm going to let you on a little secret, I have only been to one actual party in my life. Halloween of seventh grade I went to a parentless party. Unfortunately I was only there for entertainment. They put hot glue on the toilet seat and I got stuck. And I mean stuck. So I guess this will be my first real party.
"Come on it starts in twenty minutes." I follow Cameron down the stairs, my anxiety building each step. I guess really I am the worrier not Cam.
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Wishing for Rain
Teen Fiction"I love the sound of the rain. The feel. Even the taste. Most people find rain dreary, but when I hear the inviting pit pats on my roof, I know that happiness is right outside of my front door. Rain is my lullaby at night and my comfort in tough tim...
