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I smoothed down my long skirt and made my way up the steps. I knew other girls would probably be wearing something a bit more revealing, after all this is a Halloween party and as Cady says, 'In Girl World, Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it.' But I was not up for the short dress that is needed for the mouse costume, or the tight latex suit made for cat woman. Instead, I had decided to go dressed as a girl from the 50's. I sent my best friend Rebekah a quick message asking her to open the door for me and was not at all surprised to see her in a school girl costume once she got here. The short pleated skirt swung from side to side when she walked closer …show more content…

When I arrived I grabbed a Sprite from the fridge and made my way over to the nearest couch. It felt as if time we're going by at the speed of a snail. Why was I even invited to this party? Bekah knows I don't like going to these shindigs, yet there she goes inviting me and forcing me to come. I let out a loud sigh and once again got up to get myself another soda. It seemed like a routine now; get up, go to kitchen, grab soda, finish soda, repeat. I'm pretty sure I've peed about three times in one hour. And where were the goddamned chips that were promised to me by her. Tired of being in the same spot for so long, I decided to go up to Bekah's room and just lie down. It was an average sized room and I remember always being jealous of her because she had her own bathroom whom she shared with absolutely no one, well except guests who stayed in her …show more content…

The one in her bedroom. The one no one was allowed to use, especially at parties thrown by Bekah. No one was even supposed to be in the bedroom area. Suddenly the door was forced open and out stumbled a boy about my age who you could tell had just tripped on some random object. He looked up with a shocked face and then let a sheepish smile stretch across his face. "You didn't see any of that did you?" He asked nervously. I looked at him with confusion and after a few seconds of awkward silence I burst out laughing. "I saw every last bit of that." "Fuck are you kidding me that's so embarrassing," he chuckled as he walked to the end of the bed and finally sitting down. "You do know that the bedrooms are off limits?" I questioned. I'm pretty sure Bekah had informed every single person walking into her home that they weren't allowed to go inside them. I swear I even saw some of that barricade tape on the door of her parent's bedroom, the one that says 'caution, do not

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