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A manicured hand placed an invite on the desk in front of you before Italian class started.
You picked it up, reading it.
You are invited to Vanessa's birthday party
The title read in delicate cursive font. It was followed by the time and address of her brithday party, and the dress code. It was for Friday night. Tonight.
"No thanks." You said immediately. You pushed the small invite across, pulling out your disorganised books.
"Your loss." She said, shrugging.
She didn't say anything else, you had immediately thought she was going to do something, she always did. You thought she'd make you the laughing stock of the night, but surely if she wasn't bothered by your absence, she wasn't planning anything, right?
"We should get ready together, before her party." Emma spoke to our small group at lunch.
Emma, Thomas, Jodie and I all sat at a round table.
"I'm not going." You said, picking at a piece of scrappy paper hanging out of a notebook.
"Why not?" Thomas and Jodie spoke in unison.
Your fingers stilled.
"She doesn't like me, she'll be planning some sort of humiliating event for me."
The thought sent a shiver down your spine causing you to shift in your chair.
"C'mon, it'll be fun. I have an outfit that would be perfect on you." Emma suggested.
She looked hopeful but you couldn't help but feel the uneasiness spread through you.
"I'm not a big party person, either." You said, forcing the old memories away.
"C'mon. It'll be fun to let loose" Thomas urged you, his eyes watching with hope. You trusted him, he was the one you were closest to in this 'friend group'.
Yet you felt uncomfortable because you felt like you didn't have a choice. You never used to give into peer pressure, but you unknowingly searched for acceptance now. "Fine." You sighed.
"We can get ready at my place." Emma said excitedly, her voice verging on a squeal.
"I'll drive." Thomas added.
Before you knew it the day was over and you were walking up Vanessa's driveway to her party. The outfit Emma had leant you shoulv have boosted your self confidence but it had the opposite effect.
Walking into the party you had never felt so self-conscious, but your friends had complimented you non stop as you sat and ate dinner together.
At least you ate.
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next chapter is uhhh... let's just say buckle in tight.
