"Whoa," I said as I crossed the path of a time machine. A dark colored, old and rusty, work of art.
Well, let's start from the beginning so you get the whole story and aren't confused.
-Morning-
Helping put together a bridal shower isn't so easy when you're a 12 year old doing most of the work. I'm the one who sent out the invitations after deciding who all would go. I'm the one who decided what all the decorations would be and where to put them. I'm the one to suggest the presents for most people to bring. I'm the one who registered the party at Neshaminy State Park. A nature scenery! So magnificent! Though, can you believe it?! Me, a twelve year old seventh grader chosen to do all the work of a bridal shower!
Anyways, I chose the perfect day. It was warm, sunny, but the perfect amount of wind to cool everybody down when they were done playing volleyball, playing on the playground, and going down to the beach area, or just taking a calm walk with each other. Though not enough wind to blow the decorations away. For an estimated total, there was going to be about 65 people there but 1 person putting it together. I was so angry and tired from all of this, I was glad that it was finally going to be over! I couldn't even think straight today!
So, I woke up around 2 o'clock this morning because my mom wouldn't stop leaving me alone. She kept saying, "Oh, we're going to be late! Get up, get up, get up! We still need to put the rest of the decorations up! Samantha's going to be there before us!"
I thought right away, "Hang on, hang on. Who said we now? There is no we in this. You're the one who left yourself out and everybody else is too lazy so they looked up to me for the work to be done. You and everybody else put me in charge. First off, I did all of the work. Secondly, you put yourself and other people behind the curtains and lastly, you didn't even have the slightest suggestion of anything for the party. Oh, and another thing, you don't tell me if I'm going to be late to the bridal shower that I am hosting- not you or anybody else."
YOU ARE READING
A Second Journey
Short StoryA twelve (almost thirteen year old) has had a stressful day hosting a bridal shower. A bit more of a rush comes at the end of her day when she bumps into a deserted time machine.
