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Day 7: A Song That Reminds You of a Certain Event

Day 7: A Song That Reminds You of a Certain Event

"Waiting for Superman" by Daughtry

She’s waiting for Superman
To lift her up and take her anywhere
Show her love, oh, and flying through the air
Save her now before it’s too late tonight
She’s waiting for Superman

“Surprise!”

With one glance at Savannah, Zoe, and Bridget all dressed up, I hurry to slam the door in their faces.  Unfortunately, Zoe shoves her booted foot in the doorway before I can close the door all the way.

“Nope, you’re not getting rid of us that fast!  Let us in, Grace!” Zoe exclaims.

“I’m not going.  You guys will have a better time without me.  Besides, I promised my couch a date tonight with Netflix third-wheeling.”  I grit my teeth in annoyance as I try to move Zoe’s foot out of the way and shut the door.

“Please, Grace.  It won’t be the same without you,” Savannah pleads.

“Yeah.  We’re the four amigos!” Bridget pipes up, holding something behind her back that I can’t make out.

“Even if I did want to go, I have nothing to wear.  Just go and enjoy your dates,” I urge.  “I just want some Me Time.”

“Me Time my butt,” Zoe mutters.  “No, you’re going and that’s final.”

“Mom!  Can you help me get rid of three annoying best friends?” I holler over my shoulder while stilling keeping my eyes on the girls.  I keep my hands and weight on the door, no doubt probably crushing Zoe’s foot.  My three friends just grin at me and I hope that don’t have anything up their sleeves.

“Nope!  Let them in!” my oh-so helpful mom replies from the kitchen.

“What?!”  I turn to look into the kitchen, thus lessening the weight I had on the door.  I go sprawling on the floor as Zoe barges in.

“Success!  Thanks, Mrs. King!”  Zoe fist-bumps the air with a huge smirk on her face.

I narrow my eyes at her as I stand up.  “Well you’re in and crashing my Me Time, so what do you want?”

“You’re coming with us, no ans, ifs, or buts about it,” she says.

“Hate to break it to you, but I don’t have anything to wear.”

“We’ve got that covered,” Bridget interjects, pulling a garment bag from behind her back.  “And we have shoes, accessories, and the hair and makeup supplies,” she adds.

I tilt my head back to stare at the ceiling and mumble something about stubborn best friends.

“Oh, you love us and you know it!” Zoe says.

I sigh.  “Fine.  I’ll go.”

Savannah snorts.  “”Like you had a choice.”

I raise my eyebrow at her.

She shrugs.  “Don’t look at me like that.  Zoe said that we were gonna get you to the dance if we even had to drag you kicking and screaming.”

My head swivels around to look at Zoe, but all she does is grab my wrist and drag me up the stairs.  “Take a quick shower.  We got about half an hour before we’re considered fashionably late,” Zoe states before slamming the door to the bathroom shut.

I shake my head and decide to go along with their plan.  I take a quick shower and clad in a robe, I head to my room where it’s being occupied by three, crazy best friends.  Once there, they set to work on my hair and makeup.