All the stars

Chapter one- butterflies.

It was a late Wednesday morning. I was lying in my floral sheeted bed, the intense sunlight coming from outside almost radiating off of me. I look out my bay window, and ponder. All of my friends have so much fun, every weekend, partying. Was I worth it? Why don't I get invited to parties? The Jealousy builds up inside of me. I haven't even had my first kiss. I sigh, and climb out my window. As I make my way down the roof, my footing gets messed and I fall. "Ow." I say. I get in my forest green Jeep.

I have butterfly stickers on the rear window. I know it's dorky, but I'm just relatable like that. I put the keys in the ignition and turn it counterclockwise.

The steamy audiobook I was listening to the day before starts automatically blaring on bluetooth, through my speakers. I aggressively bite my lip. Not now Dina. Not now.

I was wearing black leggings, a light cyan tank top and a black jean jacket. The Tiffany and co necklace my grandma got me dangled from my neck. I'm so rich. I drove to school and landed a pull in parking spot.

As I let out a huge "FUCK YES!" The cool kids walk past me and laugh. It's only been five seconds of the school day and I'm already embarrassed. I start to cry. I already have a box of tissues in my jeep because I cry every morning. I get out, and walk into school.

My friends are already waiting for me. The day goes slow, and it's finally lunch. We all sit at our usual place. I'm eating my salad with no dressing, when my friends start talking about something their doing on Friday. "What? What's happening?" I ask. Everyone shuts up and ignores me. I feel sad. I ask everyone to come sleep over. Everyone's still ignoring me. My stupid blonde friend accidentally lets it slip that their going to a party. Yes. And opportunity. If I go to this party, with my friends, I can have a real shot at life. I see the host across the cafeteria. I scream at him, or at least I try. CoMe HEre." I say, with my voice cracking. Wyatt looks at me like I'm a crackhead, but approaches. "Hey, can I come to your, uh, party....?" I say Wyatt looks awkwardly into the distance and says, "uh, there's like a lot of people coming." No. I won't take no for an answer. I need to score this party. "It's just one person." I say. "That's what everyone's saying." He replies. I beg. I beg until I loose my kvoice and my will to live. "Fine." He says.