Stereotype Me

Chapter 7 - Valerie

I was on my way to Bri’s house and I was genuinely happy. This had been the perfect excuse to get out of the ‘Anna is so much more amazing and better than you’ party. My parents couldn’t say no to a project worth so much of my grade! And in any matter, Mike backed out of the dinner yesterday, so I would’ve been on my own for the night.

 It was surprising that my parents didn’t make too big of a fuss about me not going. I guess they don’t really care that much. That theory was proved when they once again forgot my birthday. It’s not like I care though. It’s not that big of a deal.

And now I’m on my way to Bri’s house in a pair of sweat pants and an old t-shirt. I didn’t even attempt to make myself look decent. It’s not like we were going anywhere and if I want to be comfy while I work on some stupid project, on my birthday, then I’m going to be comfy!

It was beautiful out. The air was a bit chilly since it was October, but nonetheless it was really nice out. I pulled up to the address I was given. Her house, or should I say mansion, was huge. I checked again to make sure I had the right address, but, when I saw Bri at the front door, I pulled up to the driveway. I knew she was rich, but not this rich.

“Hey, Val!” I was shocked when she called me that. Only two people had ever called me Val, Mike and he who shall not be named. I ignored it though. I’d decided to try to be nicer to Bri. I mean, she hadn’t really done anything bad to me and she didn’t seem like the rest of her so-called friends.

“Hey, Bri!” I tried my best to smile, but, in my defense, I’ve never been the most cheery person. She let me in and I looked around. The inside was even bigger than I expected. A chandelier was hanging in the hallway and paintings were hung up on the walls.  It still managed to look modern, though.

“You’re house is amazing,” I gasped. My house isn’t small by any means, but it wasn’t this big.

“Thanks,” she muttered looking down at the floor. She seemed upset, but I chose to ignore it.

“Is Sophie here yet?” I changed the subject.

 We began walking up the stairs to her bedroom, “Yeah, she’s in my room.” She perked back up as we walked into her room. It was enormous. The walls were light pink with a few posters hung up and there was a king sized canopy bed in the middle of the room. Sophie was sitting on the bed in an outfit the definitely didn’t look like she was just working on a project. She was wearing a purple off-the-shoulder shirt with skinny jeans and black boots.

“Why are you so dressed up?” I asked.

Instead of answering me, she glanced over at Bri who looked nervous, but smiled, “Well, instead of staying in the house on such a beautiful day, I thought we could go to a party and have fun!”

I frowned, “No!” I was not going to a party. I wasn’t even dressed up for one. In fact, I looked like shit and I wasn’t going anywhere looking like that.

“Please, Val! You’ve probably never been to a party! Please?!” Bri begged.

“I’ve never been to a party because I don’t want to! I’m not even dressed for one!”

Bri smirked, “I figured you wouldn’t be so I went and bought you an outfit and I’ll help you get ready. See! You have no excuses!”

I sighed, “No, Bri.”

She sighed, mocking me, “Yes, Val.”

“It’ll be fun,” Sophie added, talking for the first time.

I groaned, “Fine.” Maybe I could actually have fun on my birthday for once.

“Yay!” Bri squealed, jumping up and down. She ran to her closet, which was also enormous, and grabbed a bag, “I’m going to make you look amazing!”