Chapter 8

Chapter 3

         At six, I took a shower; the water ran down my body like a waterfall, washing away the night before. Washing my hair, I ran my hands through my hair slowly taking my time to relieve the tension. When I got out, I felt rejuvenated, and clean. I dried my hair and started going through my clothes, it was already a quarter till seven. I was still looking through my clothes when the doorbell rang. I wrapped myself in a towel and ran down the steps, it was April and Jason.

 

“Hey girl! You ready yet? We thought we would come a little early… Oh.”

 

I giggled self-consciously and hid behind the door, “Still getting ready.” April flew through the door, grabbed my wrist and ran up the stairs to my room. Closing the door behind us, she began to scavenge through my closet until she found what she was looking for. She threw a dress at me, it was a dark crimson red, and it was long and simple with spaghetti straps and a low v-line. I did not even remember ever having the dress, but I put it on anyway.

 

It fit perfectly to my small frame, flowing from my hips to end a half-inch past my feet onto the floor. I began to wonder what April was thinking, “What kind of party is Jasmine having? This is crazy.” April shrugged her shoulders as if it was nothing, then I looked at what she was wearing. Her dress was the color of black onyx, it to was simple, it had straps that fell off her shoulders and ended an inch before her knees. “She said to dress up. You know she always likes to be formal about things. Where did you get that dress from by the way? I like it.”

 

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen it before. Where was it?”

 

“In your closet. Duh.” I rolled my eyes, “Whatever. Okay. So, what shoes am I going to wear? I have nothing that will go with this!”

 

“Well than it’s a good thing I came early now aint it? I got some heels that will go great with that. Come on. We have to hurry up. You still need to do your hair. Ugh! We can do that at my house to.” She grabbed my arm and dragged me down the steps barefoot. Jason stood up and opened the door for us.

I had to slip on a pair of flip-flops before we went out the door and hold my dress up as we walked to the car. “Where we goin?”

 

“My house! Hurry, hurry. We have things to do.”

 

It surprisingly took only ten minutes to get to April’s house and we had to quickly run to her room for the shoes and to get a brush for my hair. It was still damp, I had only twenty minutes before the party started. I was able to blow dry it for the most part, we quickly headed out to the car and stopped at McDonalds on the way. I’m not big on fast food, but I stuffed my double cheeseburger in my mouth anyway.

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Jasmine lives in a mansion that had four stories, with twelve bedrooms. It was a very old house, but very well kept. They had a half circle drive, already packed with cars. All the first floor was lit up with different color lights; music was flowing through the walls. There were still people falling through the door to get in. Everyone was dressed up, not one guy not have on a nice suit, or something close to it. Jason parked the car and we all got out together, weaving through cars to get to the front door. The door was decorated with flowers, twining around the arch of strings that where pinned to the frame of the door. The ceiling was far above our heads, decorated with balloons, and beautiful chandeliers hung low. I had only been to Jasmines house a few times, but I had never really paid attention to how striking it was. I was in awe.

 

Everyone around me was talking with one another, about this or that. Jason and April where right behind me talking about god-knows-what. Everything was so elegant, and colorful, girls where talking with one another in small groups with most of the males eating or off trying to do something else. I was a little in shock, I was getting nervous and self-conscious tugging at my dress to make sure it looked right.

It took awhile to get used to the noise and all the people around me, but I found a spot near a hall, quietly watching everyone else when a cup appeared in my view. I turned around.