Chapter 3 - The beginning of an unexpected start
I paced up and down in my room. Thoughts were running marathons in my head, causing me to get a throbbing headache. If only I could freeze time then I could have more time to think this through. Time definitely fly's too fast, because it felt like I just woke up and now itâs almost dinner time. I think what made the time fly fast was that I've spent the entire day cleaning this house spotless, and my mind drifting off occasionally of the most important subject. I made myself a cheese sandwich for dinner and sat on my bed. The main questions that I was asking myself, over and over, was Should I go? What if I did go and everyone laughs at me and calls me LONER-LOSER again! What the hell would I even wear? Well, itâs not like I get invited to a popular party every day. I've actually never ever in my life been to a party before, well, except for Emily's sleepover parties but that was three  years ago when I was fourteen.
I was so excited and nervous all at the same time. I was nervous because I was scared to knock on the witchâs door and asked if I could go. For seventeen years, only about 17 nights I was away from home, but the other minutes, days and years have been spent at home cleaning and getting shouted at by the witch.
When I asked her in the nicest way possible if I could go to Clayton's party, she told me:
"You can start packing your clothes while you're at it" she smirked.
"But please, mom, I really need a lift to this party" I begged on my hands and knees.
"Hah, keep dreaming brat. Why don't you get a job, rent a flat or a shack for the matter, and buy a car so you can save me less stress. Then you can do whatever the hell you brats do"
I stormed back into my room and slammed the door shut, angrily. My frown disappeared when I spotted a bright blue piece of paper on my bed. I probably know the entire flyer off by heart because I've been reading it since Chad gave it to me. I looked at the time on my cell phone and gasped. It was now 9:36 pm, which gave me two hours left to get ready. Chad told me yesterday that I mustn't show up early. What the hell time was I supposed to show if the flyer said:
BRING BOOZE. BRING CHICKS. BRING PREZZIES (expensive please)
ITâS MY FUCKING B-DAY!!
THE VENUE IS: 865 LANE DRIVE. TURN LEFT ONTO DAGWOOD ROAD AND DRIVE STRAIGHT. ITâS THE ONLY HOUSE ON THE FARM SO THERE WOULD BE NO NOISE COMPLAINTS!! :)
RULES:
(Everyone must be with someone so there is a strict policy NO LONERS. Entrance fee is $10.00. HOT chicks are for free)
Thanx Clayton and the guys.
*******DRIVE HOME DRUNK********
I opened up my cupboard and stared at my clothes for what seemed like two years. I scratched through some clothes but they all looked the same, from what I was wearing, because I only own black clothes. Nothing in my cupboard had color. The only color was the inside of my cupboard that was painted dark green, and my light grey, sweat shirt. I took my cell phone out again and went on Google Images, and typed fancy dress clothes for party.
My mouth dropped open.
Was this what everyone wore to parties? There was too much bows, to little material, to tight, and so much glitter.
I groaned.
At that moment, a picture entered my head about what Emily was going to wear. Of course she would be invited to these kind of parties, but what would Em wear? Think Em, Think Em, Think Em! I repeated in my head, until my brain hurt.
The Mall.
Yes, the Mall would have these kind of clothes that would be suitable for the party-for Clayton. I jumped up and down in my spot. I've never been this excited about anything in my entire life. This was beyond the best early birthday gift I've ever gotten.
"This flyer. This flyer is my one ticket to popularity. My one ticket to starting a new life" the adrenaline was taking over my body and I felt like I could run a marathon.
I undressed out of my PJ's and through on something that looked presentable, I hoped, and opened my bedroom window. I climbed out and jumped onto the tree. The tree wasn't that of a distance, but if you didn't jump far enough you would probably fall to your grave. Some dayâs when things with the witch, or school got really intense, and my life feels like its hanging on a thin thread, I would lean over the windowsill and close my eyes, stretch my arms out wide. But just at the last second of leaping out, I would stop myself and think darkly too myself; If I jump there would be no more pain, no more witch in my life, no more school, no more world. But then I would think about the positive side and think; what happens if tomorrow Clayton finally asked you out? Or what if a fairy comes to visit you and snap her magical wand and BOOM! Suddenly everything is back to the way itâs supposed to be. The witch I would finally call mother, school I would finally call my second favorite place to be, and Clayton I can finally say I. Love. You.
After getting a few clothes from the Mall, before closing time, I wasn't that happy with what I purchased. The sales lady helped me basically try on the entire shop. I've never seen someone throw me with so many clothes in my life. She encouraged me to buy some stuff for later purposes, because when I explained to her about what kind of clothes I have in my cupboard, she got angry with me and I had to promise her that I was going to throw my 'emo' clothes away. As if this new clothes were any better.
This was nerve wrecking, yet exciting to be going to my first real party.
It was a beautiful start to a happy ending.
What the Sales lady told me to wear for the party was kinda slutty-ok a lot slutty, and very airy. It was a bright green, long sleeved, sequence, mini dress. The long sleeved straps fell off the shoulders, making me feel exposed and naked. I was half liking it, half dreading to wear it. There were always comfortable jeans and tees of a second option. But I guess I'm going to have to get used to wearing these clothes if I want to be popular. But the high heels! I don't want to know how any human-being can walk in those feet killer, ankle breakers. The sales lady finally gave up arguing with me and let me wear my black pumps instead.
I had to climb back up the tall tree to throw my bags of unnecessary, new clothes, in my room before leaving again. I took the night bus, seeing as its now 10:45pm. The directions weren't exactly the best directions. The bus dropped me off at the only shuttle, on long Lanes Drive, because that's as far as it could go, due to the bumpy, dusty gravel road. It was a walk, a very long, sweaty, dirt walk. The sun was set awhile ago and I had to walk in complete darkness, but luckily I had my cell phone light to see the road I walked upon. The night air was dry and warm, which didn't help my uncomfortable sweaty form from the long walk. Soon my black pumps were torn slightly and were now a light brown color from the dirt. There was crows crying from every tree I walked passed and I felt like I was in a horror movie from the scary noises, dark black sky, full moon, shaky trees, and my heart beat. If this was a movie and I had to watch it, it would probably be the most scariest movie I've ever seen, because it had all the props, sound effects, and the frickin' scenery!
I shivered and got goose bumps. My gut was telling me that something doesn't feel right. And normally, in a movie, when your gut feels somethingâs off you start turning back the way you came from and running far away.
Suddenly there was a bright flash of light in-front of me, moving up and down on a big tree, on the road-bend. I heard booming music that was from behind me. I turned to see a white car drive up the road, blearing music, with a bunch of teens in there. The car slowed down when the driver noticed me, standing on the side of the road. When the people in the car noticed it was me, they laughed, pointed in disgust, yell my annoying nick-name and drove forward, leaving behind with a thick cloud of dirty dust.
I coughed and struggled to breathe from the suffocating, dry taste of dirt in my nose, throat and lungs, surrounding me.
I walked onwards in the cloud of dust, that soon evaporated, and I was grateful, before more lights shone on all the trees, making the narrow road, really bright and clear, and cars hooting crazy and driving passed me, blearing the same music. When the lights of the cars were out of sight I frowned, groaned in frustration and decided that the walk is going to be too far, no one's going to give the Loner-loser a ride, so I turned my heel and walked back the way I came.
I froze when I saw a black BMW with tinted windows, parked on the opposite side of the road, about twenty feet away from where I stood.
I looked around confused.
I was pretty sure that that car was not there when I came. A second later the cars lights went on, flashed in my eyes, making me raze my hand up to my face and squint, trying to block out the bright light that was blinding me. The soft engine started and the car sounded like it was getting closer as it road on the gravel, slowly to me. When the car stopped in-front of me, I jerked out of the way, but the car just stayed parked there. I moved my feet forward, even though it was kind of hard considering that my legs were shaking continuously. A million thoughts were running through my head as I made an effort to slowly walk next to the car, but at a distance.
Was this the midnight rapist? Was I the tonight victim? Was tonight the last night I get to live?
My hands were trembling and I'm pretty sure the driver could hear my heart beat, and the silent night didn't help the least. I felt my entire body heat up, sweat poured down the side of my cheeks. I felt uncomfortable than ever, regretting wearing long sleeves as it tickled my body from the sweat. Suddenly the car door opened and I screamed. I stopped screaming when I saw a chestnut, colored hair, and muscular body, throw up his hands and laughed.
It was Chad Night.
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