Chapter 2: The Party

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Reads: 126

Waking up I realized it was past noon. I could hear buses and car sounds from my window. They were making my head pound pretty hard. Every little sound hurt either from a bus honking its horn or a bird chirping. I did my usual morning routine, I hopped in the shower then got dressed. Heading down to the kitchen to see my mother sitting at the end of the table. 

"You're late" She said lifting her head up.

"I'm sorry" I replied.

I went to take my own seat and asked a maid for a glass of chocalate milk. My parents always tell me that I'm a grown up now and that I should drink coffee but I really enjoy chocalate milk more. Coffee tastes pretty nasty to me so I don't think I'll ever drink that. 

"Have you already got a dress picked out for tonight?" Mother asked.

"Yes, it's all prepared along with my normal boots." taking a sip of my chocolate milk.

"Hey I'm just happy you're going to this party even  if it is only for your father" She smiled.

I gave her a smile back even though I was annoyed that I was going. I guess she could never understand about how I feel when it comes to parties, let alone being around big groups of people. The night of the party came a lot faster than I thought it would. I wore a black strech dress along with black leather boots, you know the ones that have two buckles. One on the top and one on the bottom. I was never really into heels, they were really uncomfortable to me.I was sitting at a table by myself watching my parents going around greeting people like generals and politicians.

I had a few of the people here try to greet me but I just shrugged them off, socializing wasn't really my thing. I didn't really care who they were or what kind of power they had, I wasn't afraid of them. Although one thing is forsure, there are a lot of people here. I felt very uncomfortable here with all these people. After my father and mother got done having a conversation with some people they knew they came over to the table where I was sitting at. They sat down for a few minutes then my father decided to break the ice. 

"What's the matter? You should be enjoying the party" Father said.

"Everyone here seems to be enjoying themselves except for you" Mother added.

"You know these parties aren't exactly in the limits of my comfort zone" I snarled. 

"Now Mana, you know you shouldn't raise your voice like that especially when there others here" mother said giving me a mad expression.

I didn't really care what look she was giving me although her face is rather annoying. I just wanted to leave the party.

"Now now you two come don't start, we can go rest in the Presidential office room" Father suggested.

"Alright" We both accepted.

Honestly the only thing I thought about was leaving this the party. Anywhere, anyplace is better than here where it feels like I'm claustrophobic. I didn't really know why mother would accept to come though, I thought she enjoyed parties and how lively they were. We were walking to the Presidential office and my father started talking. I kept dozing off but the only thing I got out of his words for "Politics" and "Safety". They sounded boring so I just didn't pay any attention.

Finally we reached the office and we all walked inside, all except the two bodygaurds that chose to stay outside the room. There was one more bodyguard though he came in with us. He was just there for extra caution. The office had a few chairs infront of the large desk that was in the middle of the room. It also had a little couch that was the size of a small futon but it was very nice along with good texture. 

"Ahhh, now I can relax without anyone trying to talk to me" I said while falling back into a chair and then closing my eyes.

"Not exactly" Father said while looking at me.

I opened my eyes back up and looked at him and then my mother. I didn't really care to look much at the bodyguard that was beside my father. Mother was just sitting on the small couch. I got kind of nervous when he said that, I don't know why though. My father was usually a calm person along with being serious at times .

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well..." He replied.

But right before he was about to continue on with what he was about to say the lights cut out. 

Submitted: December 13, 2014

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