♥The Dumbest Life of That Girl♥

Isabella's Party #2

   Such a day, because of that rude little brat, I was exhausted immediately and slept right after we got home, so I didn't get to see Mr. Dennis!

   Anyway, Ms. Sally, the neighbor, came running towards us and handed uncle Martin a phone. "It's Sir Dennis Lobes!" She screamed and freaked.

   Mr. Dennis informed uncle that to apologize to us, he will celebrate a 2nd Part of that BRAT'S party! In my mind, I said, "No, no, no, no, no! Never ever, ever!" Arghhhhh! I have planted in my pretty, little, clever brain that I won't ever go to her rich-girl party! Hmphff!

   But, I was forced by my forgiving uncle! Arghhhhh! WHATEVER!

   We rode another taxi cab and guards came running all over us! They were inspectioning us. :( "Hey! What are you doing? We are invited to Isabella's party! Can't you see?" uncle Martin shouted immediately. "Sir, there is no party! And who is Isabella...?" The guard was not friendly. While he was thinking, uncle and I sneaked in the door to see the new party. He was so dumb because he thought we already went home!

   Anyway, the party started on 9:15 a.m. and 5 guests sat by the comfy, little chairs beside us. He politely asked our names and why were we in that hotel. I just ignored them like I usually do to strangers. That's what mommy told me.

   Well, Mr. Dennis showed up to the audience and all of us stood up to greet him. He announced that this was the 'Sorry Party' or 'Party #2' for Ella. I hate that girl so I just plugged in my earphones and listened to Taylor Swift. I didn't notice rude Isabella beside me, taking my earphones and listening too! I just stared at her and she made a funny face before she rushed to the backstage like nothing happened. I am so, so mad to that little brat! I didn't know why she was beside me like we were FRIENDS but my ONLY friend is Vinda. Speaking of Vinda, I was supposed to go to the airport and visit her! Oh no!

   Anyway, I sneaked out and went in the CR to have a silent listening to "Love Story". I sang some parts and paused to breathe.

   When I went out, I saw a guy that was maybe my age, he was very ugly! His clothes were all stitched rugs, there were some cut marks on his shorts, his shoes were slippers that were broken and most of all, he had a handbag! *LOL* Hahaha! I thought he was a, umm, gay? Actually, when I asked him, he answered, "No, I'm a bag seller. Wanna buy one?" "Oh, let me see..., aha! The perfect one!" A cute bag of sequins, a ribbon pocket, 6 pockets and $15 ONLY! Ahhhhhh! "Affordable, cute and maybe good quality?" "Yes ma'am! That's a new one that I stitched myself! I'm a good bag maker..." "Well, I wanna take it! Ummm, now?" "Sure!" Yes! I got my precious little bag now! "Hey, what's your name, if you have one?" "Maggie. Or, Gie. You?" "Mia! Bye!" Then, he ran off. I wondered how he got there or when. He's my new friend now, I wonder what's happening in the party room...