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Survival Skill 13: Thou must experience getting ditched

Survival Skill 13: Thou must experience getting ditched

What was the worst thing you can do on a Friday night?

Strong-willed people like Joey would tell you doing “Nothing to live your life”, could be the worst. Giddy people like Violet at the moment woull tell you something cheesy like “Nothing. As long as you’re with a loved one”, or in her case, Stan. Sweet people like Amy would probably say, well, - nothing in general, I guess.

But if you ask hotheaded girls like me, I would tell you I’d do anything rather than spending it in a party.

Now, I know what you’re thinking.

‘You are so not fun, George. Loosen up a little, Let’s Party!’

Three words for you: Parties. Are. Loud.

If you like sweaty bodies sticking to you, intoxicating drinks that can make you gag your dinner out, drunken people trading spit with each other, awkward conversations that make you want to crawl in a cave and, my personal favorite, loud music that makes it seem like everyone there is tone deaf, then, by all means, be my guest. I was just not a fan of that.

Unfortunately though, I had to go to a party tonight. And it was all thanks to my amazingly popular, dodo-brained boyfriend.

The only thing that’s worse than that?

Finding an outfit for the said event.

Don’t get me wrong, I adored fashion. But when it came to dressing up to a place I didn’t even want to be in so I could impress people I didn’t even care about, let’s just say, that wasn’t the easiest task for me.

I was currently wearing skinny jeans and a red button down. And that was just the sixth outfit I tried on.

Unfortunately, my friends couldn’t help me this time. Amy, who had been acting very weird lately, had plans we didn’t even know. Considering that’s Stan was here, it was pretty obvious that Violet had plans, too. Joey had a dress fitting for her sister’s wedding which was why, as much as to her dismay, she had to skip out on this party.

I stripped off my pants and put on the sparkly short shorts that I borrowed from Violet. After a quick fix up, I looked at my reflection on my full length mirror.

Hmm, my legs look pretty long.

Then I turned around to check how it looked from there.

Why, hello, cellulite! How nice of you to bruise my self-esteem for tonight.

I quickly took off the shorts and decided to wear a knee-length pencil skirt instead. I surveyed my outfit again.

Something was just not right.

Frustrated, I decided to ask for Jamie’s opinion and I barged into his room. Of course, I had to barge just in time to see Jamie and Bethany making out. It was like its God’s will to turn me blind.

“Seriously, guys?!” I asked them in exasperation, covering my eyes.

“Oh my God! I’m sorry!” Bethany apologized. As I let my hands fall to my sides, I saw Bethany’s cheeks blush in embarrassment while my stupid brother gave me a smug look. “I’m so sorry, George!” Bethany stuttered as she stood up. “I have to go, Jamie-by---“

“Jamie-by?” I asked her curiously.

She opened her mouth. “Uh,” And she quickly closed it again.