"Jeez hurry up Jay!!!" called my dad. I was getting ready for this stupid Christmas party. Apparently my dads best friends wife was throwing a party and we had to go. I put on a pair on black jeans and a white tank top with a kind of leathery jacket over it. I definitely looked like a 17 year old boy. I honestly didn't care what I looked like not like anyone important was going to be there.
I hopped in the car, put in a pair of earbuds and started listening to "Panic at the Disco". I let the music relax and fill my ears.
"So buddy you excited?" said my dad. I pulled out my earbuds hearing his voice. "Um not really" i replied. "Why?" he asked concerned.
"Just we used to go to these things with mom" I whispered silently. About three years ago my mom passed away. She had a tumor in her brain and it eventually killed her. Its been really hard on my dad. He always talked about how she was his one and only.
We pulled to the house about a half an hour later. It was a nice house it really was. Of course we had to be there like 30 minutes before it started. I sat down and waited for the people to come.
