That Friday I got a text message off Casey. She's the type of person that seems all hard-core and intimidating on the outside but sends kisses and smiley faces when she is in a good mood.
The text read " Hey Charl, just wandered what you were up to 2nite... x See I am having some friends over and we are going shopping 2morrow for a party later that day and i am inviting you! text me back ASAP! Casey :) xxx"
I jumped at the chance of making some new friends, so I screeched down to my dad that I was going out and wouldn't be back 'till Sunday morning. I didn't get a reply. I just assumed he had his head in some work or something. I packed my night-clothes and toiletries and a tight red dress, just incase I couldn't find anything for tommorrow's party. I called a cab that would take me to Casey's house. She text me her address later on when I said that I could go.
A car horn informed me it was time to go. Rushing the down stairs, I left a note for my dad outside of his study that had the door closed. I slipped on my white converse with the navy ribbon laces, zipped up my Parker coat and grabbed my keys from the side-board in-case my dad was out when I got home. The cab stunk of cigars and sweaty feet. The driver gave me an awkward smile as he told me he would get to my friend's house safely. I stared out of the window and hoped the journey would go quick. The blurry lights of the passsing street lamps hurt my eyes and the strong smell of tobacco gave me a slight head-ache. After 5 minutes the cab pulled up outside a gated house with gold door knockers. The short distance made me realise I could of easily walked their. The house seemed so modern yet classic, and the size of it made me feel super small. A woman with an emerald in her hair opened to double doors and said I must be Charlie. She guided me upstairs and pointed to the door I should go through.
