Unwanted Birthday Present

"Allie! Pleaseeeee!" Tasha, my best friend, had been trying to convince me to go to some party with her for the past ten minutes. I didn't want to go. I had felt sick all day during classes. I had no clue why. Maybe I got the birthday flu.

"Why?" I whined. I never enjoyed going to those "functions". They were basically just a bunch of teens making-out and getting drunk. 

"Because I think it would be good for your health if you just took a field trip away from your mind and tried to think outside the box." She painted an invisible rainbow with her hand as she said the last few words. "Plus this is one of my many birthday presents to you!"

I groaned. There was no possible excuse I hadn't used. I had even tried the "I've got plans", which wasn't convincing considering Tasha was my only friend, and the "My mom won't let me" excuse. So she stole my phone, checked my calender and called my mom. So basically, I was cornered.

"Fine. I'll go," I sighed. Maybe I ,at least, could get away with the baggy jeans and loose T-shirt look. Ladies and gentlemen... my party clothes! I wasn't so lucky. 

Tasha shrieked and hugged me but when I tried to break away, I found that she had taken me by the wrist.

"Uh, Tasha? What are you doing?" I said trying to tug my wrist out of her firm grip.

"To my house, silly! Did you really think I was going to let you dress yourself?" Yes, that's exactly what I had thought.

"Oh yea." I smiled despite the horrid feeling of defeat sizzling in the pit of my stomach.

"Let's go!" She dragged me to her shiny, red convertible. We got in and she took off.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"I'm not wearing this," I said as I turned around in front of the mirror. Tasha had dressed me in a fashionable pink shirt that was tighter than a corset and an off-white mini skirt that had more "mini" than skirt. 

"Aw, come on! It's cute!"

The word "cute" has really been diminished by modern day society. I reluctantly turned my back to the mirror and held back a half-gasp. Wasn't the purpose of clothes to cover? 

"Don't you have anything else I could..." The doorbell stopped me mid-sentence. 

"They're here!" Tasha said excitedly and turned around, her mid-thigh party dress sparkling in the artificial light. "How do I look?"

I rolled my eyes. "Perfect."

"Now, who are 'they'?" I asked crossing my arms and raising my eyebrows intimidatingly. 

She grinned apologetically. "Our dates."

I groaned. I should've been expecting this. "Seriously? Who are they. This time I want names."

"Drake and Jason." She danced over to the mirror and put on a swipe of lip gloss. Oh, did I mention how she did my make-up? I look like a Kim Kardashian wanna be. Great birthday present.

Tasha walked out the door and came back a few seconds later. "Aren't you coming?"

I sighed. "Here we go."

Author's Note

My first chapter! Hope you like it! :)