The Party That Changed Everything

Chapter 5

This would be my first party that I have ever gone to. Who knows, this might just be a party where we play some board games, but who am I kidding. Were teenagers, and if Justin's brother is hostong this party, then I might as well assume that it is going to be a wild party. Even though I have never met Collin, by the sounds of how he acts, he is probably like a bad kid or something. Doesn't care about his grades, and probably vandalizes school property, or something like that.

Anyways, I know I shouldn't even be going to this party, but it might help get my mind off of my mom. It might actually be a good thing for me. It will take my mind off from everything that happened. Just thinking about it even makes me tear up.

Talking about Collin, who is Justin's brother, I still haven"t told Justin about my mom, at all actually. But right now, I just don't feel like telling him. It's just too emotional. I don't even know how I'm going to be able to talk about the whole situation ever again. Which means, I probably won't be able to tell Justin about it.

 I kept thinking about my mom the entire day. Every show we watched, it reminded me of my mom. Sydney even tried putting on a cartoon, like a show from Disney Channel, but even in that show, it still made me get too emotional. It was a show called "Jessie" and they were playing with playdoh. Anything now gets me too emotional. I can't even watch a show without tearing up.

Sydeny must have saw me start to tear up, because she immdeately turned off the tv. And changed the subject, "I think it's time to go dress shopping." She said while pulling my arm, towards the front door. "But I'm not even ready." I said. I really didn't want to go dress shopping. I bet the dress shopping is even worse then the part itself. Other then drunk people puking every where, but you get my point. 

I really hate dress shopping.

As we got to the dress store, which by the way, was in the mall, there were guys just sitting on a bench, watching girls come out with the dress they just tried on. I just don't get guys sometimes. It's like they have a completely different way of thinking.

Anyways, we got to looking at dresses. I pulled out a red dress, and lady walked up to me and said, "That would look great on you, why don't you try it on?" Its always there job to compliment their shoppers, but I know I wou;d probably not even look great in it. "Oh no, I'm just looking." I said. I really didn't want to wear a dress to Collin's party. I would probably just put on some jeans and a cute shirt. "Oh come one, you have to at least do the lazy girl try on on." 

"What's the lazy girl try on?" I asked. I really had no idea what htta was. "Oh you know, where you put the hanger over your head trick, and hold it to your body. And give a little twirl." And the lady even showed me. "That's a thing?" I asked. "Oh yeah, try it." She said with a smile. She held the red dress out from her and waited for me to grab it. I grabbed it and did the "lazy girl" try on. "Oh, it looks perfect on you." She said. "Now you definietely have to try it on for real." I looked down to see how I looked, and I was quite surprised at the result.

I looked somewhat good at it. I walked over to the mirror, to see how I actually looked. Its acompletly different veiw if you just look down at yourself, compared to looking in a mirror. I saw myself in the mirror, and it just brought a smile to my face. 

Maybe I should try it on.

Sydney saw me put the dress hanger over my head and shreiked, "Eeeeeeeee!!!" I swear, I don't even know how my ear drums aren't bown out yet. "You have to go try this on. Like now!" She was so excited for me, I don't even know why. Probably because she never sees me in a dress. I never dressed up for anything. Except this onet time, at my parents wedding, but I was really little. My parents are still married, but my Dad is always busy with work, I barely see him, let alone my mom. The only time he's actually home is on holidays. But even last year, he was busy with work on Christmas.