(Un)cliche

4. (un)pleasant

Saturday. The glorious day that normally means staying in bed till noon. However today I woke up at 9 o'clock, I know that sucks doesn't it? I lay awake in bed too busy thinking about why I agreed to Finn's unrealistically cliche favour. Like for real, why exactly does he need me or why he couldn't get some other girl to go. I mean there are plenty of girls who are desperate to go out with a devilishly handsome bad boy like Finn (their words,not mine). A few girls come to mind, those who are willing enough to lower their standards, drop a few IQ points and fight to the death just to go out with the guy to this, more than likely, boring party.

The entire venue will most likely be filled with snobby people who think they are all kinds of amazing, just because they have more money than some. I'm not saying that all rich people act like pretentious little shits but the majority that I have had the unfortunate chance of meeting have been too self centered and self absorbed to actually be aware of my presence. Someone needs to push them of their high horses and maybe drag them through the mud whilst they are at it.

I remember once when I was 10 years old my parents and I were invited to a dinner party by my Dad's boss. The man himself was very kind as well as his wife; there were some of the nicest people I have ever met. But their daughter and son were the complete opposite. They thought themselves to be all high and mighty and so proceeded to constantly look down at me, they even decided to ruin my pretty pink dress, by dropping fruit punch on me. Of course it seemed like an innocent mistake in the eyes of the elders but I knew that this mishap was anything but an accident. And so being the smartass I was- and still am- I stuck gum in her hair and made sure that it was so tangled in there, that there was no other choice but to cut the sticky thing out. I loved seeing her in tears, whilst she held on to the short and disproportionate stands in her fists. It was a good day.

Shit i'm rambling again.

I look at my alarm clock to see I wasted about 40 minutes after being preoccupied with my thoughts.

Maybe I should go back to sleep again.

I roll to the other side of my bed. My eyelids begin to feel heavier. As I slowly begin to fall asleep one thing crosses my mind.

How the hell did Finn know where I live!?

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"Sweetheart. Are you awake?" Says dad as he opens my door without warning.

"NO, and can't you knock?!" I shout, already in a pissy mood. I squint to look at the time and see I had only slept for approximately another 20 minutes.

Dad stands at the footside of my bed as I sit up and rub my eyes. "Nope. This is my house and so I can go wherever I want, whenever I want to" He says in a cheery voice.

I yawn in response. Once I look up, my eyes immediately focus on what my Dad is holding in his hands. It is a large, black gift bag with gold tissue peeking out from the top.

"What's that?" I begin to smile.

"What's what?"

"The thing you're holding"

"What thing?"

"The gift bag! Seriously stop joking around and tell me" I laugh.

"Oh this bag?!" Dad says, acting as if he had forgotten that he held the thing. "Oh this is just something that a guy dropped off for me. It's a pretty dress that I'm going to wear at a party, that I didn't ask my parents permission to go to" dad says in a high pitch voice that is obviously an attempt to imitate me. Can you see now where I got all of my sassiness from?

"That's not true. I asked mum last night and she said yes which was honestly quite surprising" I say groggily and cross my arms "and I don't speak like that!"

"Really? She said yes?" Dad looks confused.

"Yeah. She thinks it's cute that the boy came all the way here to ask and said that it would help me be more sociable by getting me outside the house for once" I mock my mum with a posh accent that only she in the family seems to have.

"Oh. Well since your mother has made that decision I'm not going up against her, so I guess you can go then" dad shrugs. He then drops the bag on my chair next to my desk and walks out of my room, however not before giving me a kiss on the top of my head and telling me that the pancakes are almost ready.

I get out of bed, walking toward the bag, deciding to try the dress on. I take it out the bag and hold it up to get a better view. The gold and black dress seems fitting. The gold bodice is slightly covered with a black net fabric that goes slightly above the waistline and over the shoulders. Followed by a tight looking black skirt that just finishes the look. I mean it's quite nice dress although it does look like 5 sizes too small.... Okay let's do this.

"Ugh this dress is so tight." I say as I attempt for the fifth time to zip this stupid thing up.

Seriously where the hell did he get this from? The kids section?!