The Road to....Somewhere???

Let's Do This

I don't know if anyone is reading this story, but if you are, please give me some feedback. Is it even worth continuing? Am I doing this all right?? Thanks.

Okay, so I know I agreed to go to this party, but I just don't know about it. 

I am currently standing in my closet, trying to figure out what I am going to wear to this dreaded event. As scared as I am, though, I am secretly excited. I am slowly adjusting to this freedom I now have, and it is kind of overwhelming. It feels so good being able to do whatever I want, whenever I want, without having to take any other person's feelings into consideration. I jump a little as my phone rings.

"Hello." Of course, it's Cassie.

"What are you doing?" She asks.

"Trying to figure out something to wear tonight. I can't find anything."

"With the closet full of clothes you have, I find that to be unlikely. It is casual. Jeans and a tee will be just fine. You are not backing out of this because of clothing issues. If we have to, we will come drag you out of the house." Cassie has always been a little on the dramatic side. It's nice though, having someone so concerned for me. 

"I am not backing out. I said I would be there, and I will be. I am actually kind of excited about it. I haven't been to a party in years." This was so the truth. Sarah and I never went out. We went to work, came home, and that was about the extent of it. 

"If you say so. I can't wait. I am personally going to make sure you have a good time. We will see you soon."

We got off of the phone, and I went back to trying to figure out what I was going to wear. I finally decided on my favorite pair of jeans, that fit me just right, and a blue Polo. I went to the bathroom to fix my hair, and put some cologne on. As I studied myself in the mirror, I had to say I looked pretty good. If I was going to this party, I might as well do it right. I might even meet someone. I grab my wallet, and head downstairs. As I am walking down the stairs, I think to myself what a beautiful house I have, and how it seems sort of wasted for it to just be me here. Only a handful of people have ever even seen it.  As I walk out the door I think, maybe I should have a party of my own?

Okay, let's do this.

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