Just A Birthday Party
Saturday arrived, and it was the day for Rachel's birthday party. I was currently in my room, getting ready to go next door, and I couldn't help but feel nervous. I've been over to Rachel's house countless times, but not since Tyler has been back. So, this is different for me.
Sarah and Dad went over there early to lend a hand and help get the party ready. I wanted to help too, but Rachel told me that she didn't need any more help and that everything was already taken care of. So now, here I was looking into my full-length mirror at my reflection and stalling. I was dressed in a white halter top and black skinny jeans. I decided to wear my white Air Force 1 and left my hair in its natural curl on my shoulder.
I honestly didn't know why I was nervous. I had a boyfriend, and I was over Tyler. We could be amicable.
"Come on, Emily. I don't want to miss the cake." Charlie, my four years old brother, stressed as he emerged at my open doorway.