The rest of the party was painless enough. At least my mom's incident gave the people something else to talk about besides money, their jobs, and how many yachts they owned. As more and more guests filed out, I almost started to breath easier...almost. There were still about a hundred guests still there...droning on...and on...and on. A waiter walked over and offered me a champagne. I nodded my thanks and took it off the platter he was holding. I took a small sip and decided it was safe to sit down. I plopped into the nearest chair.
Damn, it felt good to sit.
I felt my purse buzz and I quickly reached inside it to answer whoever was texting me. My face brightened when I saw it was from my best friend, Melanie. I hit ACCEPT and her message opened. It read:
I BET YOU'RE TIRED FROM ALL THAT "PARTYING". WANNA DITCH?
I smiled and looked around at all of the guests busy with their discussions. I looked towards the dance floor at all of the old couples slow dancing to some classical song (my grandma probably knows the name of) and spotted my mom trying to grind on my dad and my dad trying to control my mom.
No one would even notice I slipped away. I hit reply on my phone's screen and typed:
WHERE TO?
Her reply popped up a couple seconds later.
MICHAEL AND I WERE THINKING OF MAYBE CATCHING A MOVIE?
Michael is Mel's boyfriend. I typed back:
CAN WE JUST GO TO MY HOUSE? MOVIE NIGHT THERE?
She replied:
ANYTHING YOU WANT, BIRTHDAY GIRL! NOW GET YOUR PRETTY LITTLE BUTT OUT OF THERE! WE'RE WAITING IN THE LOT!
I grinned, placed my champagne flute down on the table, got up, and then stealthily made my way across the grand hall to the exit door. I took one last look at my parents in the middle of the dance floor and scoffed as my mom started doing the Macaranna. I cracked open the door and slipped outside. The summer wind picked up my blond long hair and I breathed in a whiff of the fresh air.
"Hey!" I heard Mel yell. I looked around and spotted Michael's car, Michael leaning out of the driver's seat window, and Mel grinning at me out of the backseat window. My whole body relaxed and I realized how uncomfortable my shoes were. I slipped them off and went running barefoot across the lot. Mel pushed open the backseat door and I climbed in next to her. "Damn, that dress probably cost more than my house!" She said. I chuckled.
"Just drive," I said to Michael.
"Whatever you desire, Queen Elizabeth," He joked back. He turned the car back on and, with a slight pop of the engine and a jolt of the rusty car, we were heading down the road to freedom.
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A Summer Only We Know
FanfictionElizabeth (Liz) Schwartz has been living the rich life ever since she was little, but life, through her eyes, hasn't been too rich. Her mother needs to make a big deal out of everything, her father's work (to Liz) seems more important than her, and...
