To be an introvert, it can mean to be shy and a bit socially awkward. To like time by yourself rather than be out partying. And that's exactly the case for Hadley Ashby. Combine that with the already awkward girl and you get one larger bomb of awkwa...
"She blew a kiss. It missed my face and drifted into outer space and hit the sun and made it smile. Now it's been bright for quite a while."
%90 chance of rain. On Bellamy's birthday party—which is tonight— it's supposed to rain. I couldn't tell if that was a good thing or not. I love the rain but would that ruin the party? I don't think so...
I brushed through my hair again and parted it nicely. I smoothed down my black top and looked at my reflection in the mirror one last time. My long hair cascades down my back. My eyelashes looked long and dark. My milky skin glowed and my outfit was perfectly put together... I looked nice... really nice.
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I smiled and shoved my phone into my pocket and went downstairs where my mom was preparing some kind of a cake. "Smells good," I told her and pulled open the fridge then closing it because I didn't find anything that I was interested in.
"Thank you, sweetie." She said with a satisfied smile on her face. "There's a cake in the oven and I'm making a pie now. Are you excited for tonight? Mrs. Collier put a lot of effort into making this night perfect for her son, I'm excited to see the results."
I laugh a little. "Mom, you don't have to speak so formally. She's your friend." I reminded her.
"Well yeah, but we're adults, we can't speak like kids." She informed me and grabbed two apples from the basket and sliced them into little slivers. "Anyway, are you excited? You didn't answer my question." I rolled my eyes and filled a glass with water.
I took a sip. "Yes I'm excited." I answer and she gave me a pointed look. "Parties just aren't fun for me you know that." Not to mention what happened the last time. My jaw clenched at the faint memory.
My mom sighed and put the apples she cut in a crust. "Hadley, your a teenager. You should be living your life, not staying inside all day." She told me. She says the same thing every time. "Besides," I took another sip of my water. "Don't you want to celebrate your boyfriends birthday?" I spat my water right in her direction "Hadley!" She screeched as the water I spat got in her pie.
"Boyfriend? No. He isn't my boyfriend." I told her.
"Oh forget about that! You spat in my pie!" She sighed and placed her hands on her counter. "Wow." She turned her head to look at me. "You are one spawn of Satan." I threw my head back in laughter.
She groaned and threw the pie in the trash can. "You know, maybe we can just stop at stop and shop and buy something to bring. Put it on some kind of plate and boom!" I nodded as I laughed.
