Mentally Introverted

Eventful Events

(Not an A/N) Hello, my fellow Internet friends. So... summer finally ended. How soon is it before you guys are trapped in these gates to hell? Anyways, I feel bad for you either way. If you've started or not, be prepared for monstrous teachers, ninety hours of homework every night and unbearable stress. Take my advice and find a daydream that works every time. A daydream that you can think about for seven hours straight. Because that's what you're about to do. Well, I'm off to my hell, so have a fantastic day and don't let your teachers bite. But just remember throughout the day, that no matter what other people say, you're perfect. I love you guys, and don't give up on humanity. There are some good ones left out there!

-A

I log off of my Tumblr account and roll out of bed, stretching. My stomach growls angrily, and I yawn.

I shuffle to my door, opening it slowly. Peering out, I avert my eyes to see if anyone is still awake. Safe. I creep out, and turn on my phone, pointing it at the floor. The crimson red carpet of my upstairs hallway is revealed.

I stealthily walk past Alex's room. The star quarterback of Easton High, aka-my brother. Alex has always been the star of the show. He inherited what my family likes to call the 'people genes'.

People genes, our ability to interact with people. My parents, as well as the rest of my family, are extraordinary with people. Social butterflies, you could say.

Sauntering into the kitchen, I open cupboard after cupboard and eventually, I come across a box of Oreos. Snatching the box, along with some milk, I trot up the stairs.

Once again sneaking past Alex's room, I make it to my room safely. If they knew I was up, I'd be a dead man. Well... a dead woman. Sitting on my bed, I rip open the box, and dunk a cookie into my glass. The minute the sugary treat enters my mouth, my phone buzzes.

So close, yet so far.

I glance at the clock on m far wall, and widen my eyes in surprise. 

It's midnight, who's texting me!

Jazz: Gurl, we r goin' 2 a partay!

Me: JAZZ! IT'S MIDNIGHT! And you know as well as I do, that I don't do parties. I don't even do people. What are you thinking?!

Jazz: That it's time you get a social life. Besides, Luke's gonna be there... ;)

Me: What are the chances of you letting me stay at home in peace?

Jazz: Slim to none

Me: Fine! One hour. That's it.

Jazz: YESSSS!!!! I'll be there in ten minutes!

Sighing, I turn off my phone and slip out of my pajamas. Jumping into a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a blue tee, I grab my grey hoodie. I could never forget it. Especially if I'm supposed to make it through this horrid event.

Pushing my phone into my back pocket, I climb down the stairs, trying, and succeeding not to wake my family.

Opening the door, Jazz is already parked in my driveway. She honks in exitement, and it takes all I've got not to strangle her.