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28 november 2014
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Hello and I'm so mad at all of you.
You guys suggested me that I should go to the party slash to hell.

Okay, I know it isn't your fault and I'm very happy to have you listening to me so I apologie for my stupid tantrum over there.

Before I do tell you what happened I am so incredibly sorry for not updating yesterday but I slept 'til 4pm because I was washed-out, laying in bed with the urge to vomit so it was sort of impossible to post something.
I hope you don't hate me now

Coming to the essential things;

The 'party' turned out to be an accident-flop-trash-wanna-be-party for the person of mine. I'll tell you anyway

So, I stood infront of my wardrobe 1-3 hours trying to find the 'perfect' look for my first party ever. In the end I decided to wear one of those used-look jeans with suspenders that are now very 'in' and a white v-neck top with blue stripes underneath the thin suspenders.

Don't worry I can say what I looked like without being in the danger of getting discovered because everyone, not including me, won't remember that day.

My hair looked okay, with the blonde streaks and the messy style, right in time to Ashton to come.

Ashton wore normal clothes; black ripped skinny jeans and a Nirvanna shirt reading 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' on it - these kind of clothes are normal for him; don't ask me why I don't get it either

We drove with the van he borrowed from his uncle to the party while humming along to Lana Del Rey songs including West Coast, Blue Jeans and Shades of Cool.

We arrived at a place that really was different to the other buildings surrounding it maybe in the 'cause of the music echoing through the very silent district or in the cause of the fact that this building was the only one still having the lights on.

As we stood infront of the door Ashton told me that the owner of the house is a dude called 'Michael' whose parents are ultra rich.

Not extrem rich - ultra rich

A girl who I have no clue who she is opened the door and basically 'jumped' onto Ashton.

I gave him a raised eyebrow and he answered with a shrug and the phrase 'I don't even know her' .
We entered the building, the hazel haired girl still sticking onto Ashton, and were greet by a mess of horny teenagers basically glueing against each other while they danced.

My eyes widened at the scantily dressed girls and guys that danced, laughed and like expected drank.

And I'm not talking about apple juice.

The room was filled with cheerleaders, football players, basketball players and in general popular people.

And I, I can say without having to overthink this phrase, I never felt so lost

When I turned my head to the right again Ashton already was gone.

Side note I'm still mad at this arse for leaving me in the first 2 minutes.

So, I squeezed myself through the dancing bodies, trying to find somewhere to sit and luckily there was a big red leather couch in the room next door.