Zoey Mitchell's Bad Idea of the Day

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I meant what I said to Riley but I just wanted to take it back. If Zoey hadn't started this club in the first place then this whole thing would've been completely different. I'd be with Alex right now probably talking about how he's going to start his own football career. Instead of football, he should be role model. The drooling girls and their melting hearts make him a superstar.

The girls and I are helping each other make chocolate chip cookies for Zoey's parents. They're coming back today and Zoey wants to make a special "welcome home" gift for letting her stay home instead of leaving with them. Kayla is putting the cookies in the oven while the rest of them are either washing dishes or picking out more stuff to bake while I'm licking the cookie dough off the beater. The door bell rang. Who could that be? Her parents aren't coming home till 8:00. I put the beater down and walked to the door and opened it. It was my mom again.

"Hey mom." I said licking the cookie dough off my fingers. I can taste my finger but the cookie dough was delicious.

"Hey sweetie. Zoey's parents called us and told us how great the hotel was and your father and I decided to go there."

"So you guys are gonna leave the house to me and Logan?"

"I believe you two are responsible enough to look after the house in a couple days so, yes." Logan almost burned the house down while leaving brownies in the oven last time they left the house to us. He was only 10 so it's been a few years.

"All right, I'm gonna be home tonight." I said.

"Bye sweetie." Mom walked to her car while Dad rocks head up and down to the music in the car. I bet they're listening to some old country songs. I closed the door and when back to licking the cookie dough.

"Who was that?"asked Zoey. She had on some gloves while washing the dishes which I think is a little extra.

"That was my mom. She said that her and dad are going to be gone to that hotel for a couple of days and she's leaving the house to me and Logan."

"Oh that's nice." said Riley. And she finally speaks everyone!

"Wait, your parents are leaving the house to you and Logan?" asked Zoey. Didn't I just tell her that.

"Yes."

"Oh my God, I just got another idea." And here comes another bad idea that I believe is gonna be worst than the last one.

"Oh yea? What's your idea?" asked Valentina. Here it comes!

"We are having a party at Emma's." Zoey took her gloves off and threw them on the counter as she finished washing the dishes. I dropped the beater and looked at her.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Zoey?" The girl who thinks one of the most baddest ideas in the world wants to start a party at my house.

"Best idea ever." said Kayla.

"The idea is totally awesome. Since everyone views our story on Instagram and Snapchat, we announce the party and time on both apps, Kayla goes to the store to buy snacks and booze, and we, The Single Ladies Club, have a party."

"Why do I have to go to the store?" complained Kayla.

"Do this for the party Kayla."

"Fine."

"Are you guys sure about this?" asked Riley. And she finally speaks again! I'm pretty sure she forgot about what I said back there.

"We haven't thrown a party since middle school." said Valentina. "Let's do it."

"This is bullshit!" I snapped. Well, maybe this party could change me. We could win an award called "Best Party of the Year" award. No, that's stupid.

"You wanna let us down again?" Zoey made that puppy face again.

"Fine." The girls cheered onto my agreement.

"All right, Valentina is going with Kayla to the store and Riley and I are gonna sort out the plates, bowls, and shit like that." said Zoey.

"This is going to be the best party ever!" shouted Valentina.

"Yeah, if we finish these damn cookies then we'll go." said Riley.

Is this is good idea or a bad idea. Probably both. What if my parents come back and catch the whole party getting wild. What about Logan? What if he snitches on me and tell my parents that my friends made him drink alcohol? All right, Emma. Keep your shit together.

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