#ForeverAlone

Chapter 7

Going to this party is probably the most nerve-wracking thing I've ever done in my life. Either this or deciding whether or not to change my profile name on my social medias.

"What if no one likes my outfit?"

I worried, driving about 85 down the highway. "What am I saying? Of course they won't like it! I'm me! Nobody likes the outcast anyways!" I threw my hand up some before returning it back to it's place on the wheel. My phone buzzed in it's place in the passenger's seat. Probably Joanie. I glanced at the time on the clock. '7:34 pm' it blinked repeatedly. A long exhale escaped my mouth as I tried to calm myself. "Keep it cool, Ariana. You'll be fine. Remember, be your internet self."

Finding Marsha's house was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Marsha must be pretty rich, because her sub-division was Palm Woods. Palm. Woods. I had heard stories of the richest of the rich living here. Then she saw it.

Marsha's house.

It was very hard to miss. With it's tall palm trees in the front yard, then the booming music and party lights shining around inside and outside of the house. Many cars were lined up along the outside streets, driveway and yard of the house. "Looks packed.." I said to myself and parked at the curb. As I stepped out of my car, I gazed up at the tall palm trees. Making my way up to the front door, I could already tell this was a bad idea. Did I trust my instinct.

No.

I was dumber than that.

I got to the door, holding up my hand I knock.

Hesitating for a few moments, I finally built up the courage and knocked. A few seconds later the door was answered by one of the football players. He stared at me for a moment before leading me in.

Here we go.