It's a cold November night, as usual in London; finally our school got out on a fall break. It has been a tough couple of months. New school, new people, especially high school. Walking down the hallways and catching all of those dirty looks. My family moves a lot, and even though I am used to it, it has been the hardest year so far. The only thing that saves me from the chaos of my everyday is my beautiful MacBook and headphones. Sometimes I sit on the balcony wondering, what if my life have turned out differently, who would I be? Where would I be? But then again I am appreciated for what God has gave me. The memories from long ago have bursted into my head. I felt like I was right there with my best friends, couple of years ago, but a ringing phone has interrupted my thoughts. It was El, Eleanor Calder. The only girl in the school that decided I wasn't that bad of a person. We haven't become bffs yet, simply because I am still not sure if she will be the person I can trust. What if I will trust her and she backstabs me right away. I prefer to wait and see what happens.
"Hello?", I answered with a hint of laziness.
"Hey, What's up?", she asked.
"Nothing, just home alone".
"Well, boo! There are bunch of people chilling at Henry's. It's your chance to meet with new people!"
"Nah, I'm gonna pass. Sorry. Maybe next time?".
"Eliot is going to be there.", with a little smirk that could be heard said Eleanor.
*groan into the phone*. "Well, I guess I might, will go, I will think about it."
"That's the spirit!", with sarcasm said El and hung up.
The only reason I agreed on going is because Eliot will be there. Eliot Ferris Howard. Isn't it just the most beautiful name ever? And it is kind of obvious he will be at the party. Henry Cole is his closest friend. Sometimes you can even think of them as of a gay couple, they are just that close. Henry is a nice guy; I never really get to talk to him and find out what kind of person he is but from what I already know he seems very sweet. And Eliot, ah Eliot. He is just, he is perfect. Maybe even too perfect. His voice, his laugh! I literally melt when I see him. He is perfectly tall and has a good sense of style. I am not even going to start about his gorgeous eyes! They are like two beautiful deep lakes, it seems as if I might drown in them one day. Also, same as Henry, Eliot is pretty popular but it's not that important. Although he never notices me, it's like I am a ghost to him. He always around the more "pretty" and more "popular" girls. Which proves to me, again, I am not good enough for anyone. I am not "skinny" enough, not "smart" enough, I am just never enough. That makes me so mad! Today's society is so messed up. It is no longer about what people are on the inside but what they are on the outside. What people they talk to, who their parents are, where they shop and etc. Ugh! Someone needs to fix it!
After long thinking I texted El that I am coming. I mean how bad can it possibly be, right?
The only thing left is to decide what to wear. Looking through my closet I pulled out all the dresses and party clothes I had. It had been about an hour and I am standing here, all ready, wearing black high waisted pants, dark beige flowy crop top with a cardigan and wedges. Only the finishing touch left. I've sprayed myself with a delightful perfume, grabbed my purse, and walked out of the door.
Eleanor and I were supposed to meet by the park and walk together to the party. So the moment I stepped out the door I turned to the direction of the Hyde Park. It was about a fifteen minutes walk. I can bear it.
In the mean time Eleanor and I were already on our way to the Ladbroke Rd. As we got closer, every minute I've gotten more and more nervous. I have never been to an actual party, usually it's like somebody's birthday or New Years. In my mind I had pictures of how everything will be. How I will walk in and who will talk to. I hope I won't embarrass myself. Oh god, what if I will? I will make a complete fool out of myself. We were only couple of houses away from the place where the event will take place and I could already hear the music to which the youngsters have been jamming. Excitement and nervousness rushed through my blood as I stepped into the rich house of Henry's parents. My heart was pumping at the speed of light and the butterflies decided to camp out in my stomach.
