Never Again

Tequila's Talking For Me (11)

The party was about to begin. My first mother told me to come down five minutes after 6:00. It is 6:02. I really don't want to do this- I would much rather relax, which is strange because I usually like parties. I can hear people coming in and my parents greeting them.

They were flown here in groups by region through small planes my parents rented. The planes must be arriving, I figure.

At 6:04, I decide to start heading down. I check up on my appearance. I feel like I've grown a lot lately. I look older and I feel wiser. I am actually starting to gain some curves, so that's good. Hopefully I will continue on the path I'm on.

I go downstairs, taking deep breaths and putting on a smile. I want to come off as a nice, innocent girl who in no ways has any relations to boys- drudge.

As I walk down the long steps into where everybody is gathered, I notice some people turning their heads. I walk over to my first mother who is talking to a couple of women who look to be a couple. One of the women is a petite blond woman with a dark blue dress to match her eyes and one of them is a tan skinned women with auburn hair and freckles, wearing a purple dress. They look a bit younger than my mother, but not by much.

My mother is wearing a Aqua dress with diamond embellishing that match her large earrings. She is smiling at them and when I come over she introduces me.

"Barbie, Karen, this is my daughter Olympia." Barbie and Karen look at me with wide eyes. "Hello Olympia, I'm Barbie," the blond haired lady says,"You are such a beautiful girl."

"Thank you. It's a pleasure to meet you," I smile shyly.

"I'm Karen. I love your dress," Karen says sweetly. She seems shyer than her wife. "Thanks," I say, "I love yours as well." I then dismiss myself and walk around downstairs. I realize I never found out why we are having this party. I will have to ask later.

I see a girl across the room with long brown hair and brown eyes. I walk over to her, realizing that she looks familiar. As I get closer to her, I realize she used to come to our parties. She was the daughter of some snarky rich lady.

Remembering that she was always mean to me, I start to turn around, thinking about all the times she made fun of me- oh nostalgia. I haven't seen her for years.

Suddenly, she calls my name and I slowly twist my body so that I am facing her. She waves for me to come over to her, I reluctantly walk over to the wall she's standing against.

"Hi Janelle," I say, trying not to sound completely annoyed. She is wearing a skimpy black mini dress that shows off a lot of skin and her hair is in a braid down the side. She also has on... boots? Why in the world would she wear boots to a formal event?

She laughs, "Oh Olympia! I missed you! It's been forever since I've seen you!" I try not to cringe at the sound of her voice. "I can't believe it's been almost ten years!"

"Yeah! Where'd you go?"

"Oh, nowhere! So, you're 17 now?"

"Yeah, almost 18."

Janelle nods and smiles brightly. She pulls my arms to the side. She's quite a bit taller than me and has a much curvier figure. I am easily pulled with her.

Janelle takes me into an isolated hallway where it's mostly dark. She sits on a golden couch, placed for decoration, and I am pulled with her.

She leans back and sticks her hand behind the couch. A moment later she pulls out a strangely shaped container and brings it too her mouth, tipping it back.

"Want some?" She holds out the container to me.

"What is it?" I ask and she looks surprised. "It's a flask. You'll like it."