Reason Number One
My friend Sarah walked up to me
As I stood by my locker,
Gathering my books to go home.
School had always been unpleasant,
I spent most of my time during class doodling,
And the rest of the time
I stared down the clock.
The date was October Fifth,
Which was almost a year ago.
It was a Friday night
And I didn't have plans yet.
Sarah tapped on my shoulder
And when I turned around,
She made a sweet face at me.
A friendly and inviting face,
A face that was so happy
It made a smile line my cheeks.
"I'm having a party tonight"
She said.
"You're obviously invited."
She made another loving face.
Her eyes started so intently into mine,
That it made me need to look away.
I kept fumbling with my books
Trying to shove them into my backpack,
Which just didn't wanna cooperate.
"Uh okay. Yeah sure sounds fun. When and where?"
I yelled,
Trying to talk over the roar of voices,
And trying to not get shoved
By eager students rushing for the door.
"8:00 at my house.
My parents are away for a few days,
And there are gonna be SO many people at the party.
Even people from different towns.
Just tell your mom you're sleeping over,
Because It's gonna run late."
I nodded,
And she strutted away
Like a model on a runway.
I was secretly really excited.
I've never been to a real party before.
I went home right after school
To pick out an outfit.
After hours pondering on unflattering tops,
Loose pants,
And gross turtle-neck sweaters,
I decided that my wardrobe was utterly useless.
At 7:30 I stumbled upon
A red mini dress,
That was lurking at the back of my mothers closet.
It was a little big around the chest,
But nothing too bad.
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