“Mitchie, why won’t you come? Its going to be a lot of fun! Besides, you might meet someone there,” I tried to convince her over the phone.

“Look, partys aren’t really my thing. I have to visit my cousins in Pennsylvania anyway. I told you we were going to throw a surprise party for my grandma.”

“Fine, go if you absolutly have to. But remember that I won’t be having fun since you won’t be at the bon fire.”

“I have to go, I’ll see you Monday.”

Mitchie hung up and left me feeling sad. It was one day before the party, and I still had to pick out my outfit and get Mitchie to come with me-which, as you can tell, isn’t going well.

Why won’t she come? I though as I fell back on my bed. I guess I’ll go with out her.

I walked over to my closet and picked out a long sleeve black Juicy shirt and plain denim shorts. For shoes, I’ll just wear flip flops.

This party isn’t going to be as fun as I thoguht it was…