Connie Anne Harper has been going to Northern Branch Schools since she was 10. It's her junior year in high school. Connie loves her romance novels but has never been in a relationship of her own. Read "Oreo" to find out what happens when the Northe...
This party is going to be epic. My parents are both far away for work and they don't mind me having parties in our big house.
A party to celebrate the start of a new school year and another season of playing lacrosse. Anyone from schools invited. I have music and food set out.
Epic.
-Jasmine-
"You HAVE to come, Con!"
"No way." I'm at Connie's, practically BEGGING her to come to this party with me tonight.
"Please. You never get out. Your going to turn into a boring gray rock thing. PLEASE come with meeee!" I beg again as her mom walks in with her laundry.
Mrs. Harper gets this really happy look, "Connie, she's right. You need to be a teenager. Got to a party and have fun!"she smiles and walks out, "Maybe try a beer or something. Or play truth or dare. Have some fun."
Connie always does what her mom says so she finally agreed to go with me. She probably won't listen to her mom about the beer though XD.
-Connie-
"What kind of party anyways?" I ask Jazzy.
She replies, "Casual thing at Jake's place. But we still both have to look cute because... well it's a party."
I walk into my closet thinking am I about to go to my first party? I pick an outfit I wouldn't usually wear unless it was a weekend: a black hoodie croptop with purple jeans and my favorite combat boots that I always wear.
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I walk out of my closet and it looks like I've surprised Jazz.
"Oh. My. Flipping. GOD. I did NOT know you even owned a crop. You look so GOOD!"
I smile. And because Jazmine is Jazmine she lost her house keys and her mom is at work late today. Of course I'd let her borrow anything she wants.
She come out of the closet with jazz hands and a tiny dress my mom gave me this summer saying she wore it when she went out when she was young. I never wear it because it's so tight.
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"That looks really good!" I tell her.
Next thing I know she's telling me to grab my phone and we're driving off to my very first party.
