Parties

It's going to be really hard. Breaking it down to her, she's probably going to be agitated, but it's urgent, it cant wait any longer. Besides; a respite is all she needs from all the work she's been doing; it'll keep her mind off of it, in a way. Well, yeah, I didnt spend adequate time with her, but on the other hand, I WILL be disrupting her ways of life.I thought all the way up to her house, I feel like i was toiling up the street. Each step, strenuous. I knew this was a bad idea. In fact, I actually tried to e-mail her earlier, but I felt illiterate and could'nt write a word. In the end, I closed my computer, feeling that I capitulated.I pressed my finger on the buzzer, at her house. I wanted to run; but my feet were permanentley glued to thr door-step. My friend opened the door, already looking eager and ready; I noticed balloons and games set out neatly behind her, "What's up?" she asked, I felt a pang of guilt, "I...I cant come to your sleepover" I reply in a rush. I saw her face droop a thousand meters. "But your the only person who's coming!" she tried to argue. But I repeated my words. "I'm really sorry" I say, and turn and leave.Ieel her sad eyes, boring holes at my neck. I cant tell that I was invited to another party, it's not a confession, but a fact.I went over to my other friend's party, and forgot all about being guilty, my friend, who was adminestering the party, started to get bored. So we started gossiping like crazy. They also were talking about that friend whose sleepover I didnt go to. I felt like, that every gossip was menial work for my ears to take in, I pretnded I had to take a shower, and sped in to the bathroom, breathing in the citrus scnet. My friends indifferent to whether I was gone or not.Then I knew I dont belong to this sleepover, but my best-friend's. I wont mention anyone but I guess it wasnt worth it. I wont go to a hovel but to a friend.